Freeborn Man Of The Traveling People 歌詞

I'm a freeborn man of the traveling people Got no fixed abode, with nomads I have wandered Country lanes and byways were always my ways I never fancied being numbered Oh we knew the woods and the resting places And the small birds sang when winter days were over Then we'd pack our load and be on the road Those were good old days for the rover All you freeborn men of the traveling people Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy rover Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going Your traveling days will soon be over There was open ground where a man could linger For a week or two, for time was not our master Then away we'd jog with our horse and dog Nice and easy, no need to go faster Well, I've known life hard and I've known it easy And I've cursed the life when winter days were dawning But I've laughed and sung through the whole night long Seen the summer sunrise in the morning All you freeborn men of the traveling people Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy rover Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going Your traveling days will soon be over Your traveling days will soon be over 1