Henry Lane lyrics

Summer is nearly over now Sun's a lot less of warm Trees have started loosing all the leaves With the brown lore You say you gonna travel back home All the same we went before Born a gypsy, yeah You always set the night aflame As the days grew older You won the love of all my friends Oh, but that's all right Gonna sail away again Lying low on Henry Lane The summer is nearly over the hill Sun's a lot less of warm Trees have started loosing all the leaves Declined of all And you gonna travel the way unknown