Sandy Denny - The Music Weaver Lyrics
Im a long way from you,Im a long way from home.And who cares for the feelingOf being alone?The notes and the wordsThey will always unfoldAnd Im left with a manuscriptThat will grow oldAnd the secrets all told anyway.So the song it is yours,And the song it is mine.And a cold wind it blowsThrough good fortunes of time.The hobo he leavesWhen the going is badAnd the music he weavesIs so gentle and sad.But freedom he has anyway.