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Strolling in a forest glade, I came upon a hawthorn tree,
With twisted trunk and berry red, I thought I heard it say to me:
"You will journey far young man, venturing to distant lands,
Over field and over hill, fording river, creek, and rill
Eating under bush and brier, sleeping by a traveller's fire.
This shall be your lot!"
"I don't mind the wilderness, a traveller I'd like to be,"
This I said with lonely voice to that ancient hawthorn tree.
"There are many miles yet, leave now ere the sun is set.
Speak with folk and learn their lore, passed to them from days of yore.
Beware of dangers on the way, ignore these words and you will pay.
This shall be your lot!"
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I'm leaving tomorrow, I'll be gone for a while,
Gotta go soon, gotta go many miles,
Walkin' all day, stayin' up at night,
And if I'm lucky, everything will be all right!
I don't care if I sleep under a tree,
For the first time ever, I'm truly free,
I don't mind the rain, or the snow so white,
And if I'm lucky, everything will be all right!
I've got the wind in my hair, and the clothes on my back,
Some worn-out shoes and an empty pack,
My past is dark, but my future's bright.
And if I'm lucky, everything will be all right!
I've got the wind in my hair, and the clothes on my back,
Some worn-out shoes and an empty pack,
My past is dark, but my future's bright.
And if I'm lucky, everything will be all right!
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I was sitting on the bridge that spanned the river,
Drinking in the last of summer's sun;
I saw a man, he was old before his years,
His face was wrinkled with the cares of all the days gone by.
And I said to him, "Why do you always look so happy?"
He turned and smiled, and then he said to me:
"I don't care if the sun's not always shining,
It's the same to me if I can lead the life I love.
As you walk along life's highway, whoever you may be,
Don't let people say that you aren't free!"
We sat a while and talked about the weather,
He shook my hand and went upon his way;
I watched him go, in a moment he was far away,
Receding in the distance on the dusty road.
And I still sat there on the bridge that spanned the river,
The sun went down; his words still stayed with me:
"I don't care if the sun's not always shining,
It's the same to me if I can lead the life I love.
As you walk along life's highway, whoever you may be,
Don't let people say that you aren't free!"
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Follow me down to the country fair
Down to the sights and the sounds
Drummers and dancers and more will be there
And flowers will cover the ground.
For we know that the winter is nigh
And we're bidding the summer good-bye
And I wish to stay here
At the country fair.
They're gathering down by the river
At the edge of the rolling hills
Where the reeds and the bulrushes quiver
As the ripples flow down from the mill.
For we know that the winter is nigh
And we're bidding the summer good-bye
And I wish to stay here
At the country fair.
The harvest moon shines brightly
As the fireflies flit by
The strains of lovely music
Are rising toward the sky.
For we know that the winter is nigh
And we're bidding the summer good-bye
And I cannot stay here
At the country fair.
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Wandering in a field of snow
Wandering in my quest to know
Years ago I set out on a journey
Searching for I knew not what
Enduring days both cold and hot
Still I feel a melancholy yearning
Wandering in the desert of my mind
Wandering, peace I cannot find
Though I ache, my journey's never-ending
Searching all this barren land
Sifting through these grains of sand
Still I find the world in need of mending
Maybe someday I will find what I am looking for
A way to settle down so I may wander nevermore
Still I feel a melancholy yearning
Wandering in the halls of time
Wandering, lost in the sublime....
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I stop beneath the moon,
To rest my head tonight.
Too weary now to fight,
I will be dreaming soon.
In the skies are many stars;
They heal my scars
So I may rise.
The story of my life
Has turned another page.
I let go of my rage
And rid myself of strife.
Up above the moon shines down
And wears the crown
Of astral love.
I stop beneath the moon,
To rest my head tonight.
Too weary now to fight,
I will be dreaming soon.
In the skies are many stars;
They heal my scars
So I may rise.
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I travel through an empty land
With cloak on back and sword in hand;
For many a month, I've walked the crags,
Seeking for the golden stag.
I left my homeland far behind,
As well as friends and men unkind;
I left them in a fit of pride,
And now I need them by my side.
The cold wind blows across the heath;
Stones stand tall like dragons' teeth.
Far away I hear the howl
Of a solitary wolf on the prowl.
I come to ruins standing tall:
A mighty keep before its fall.
Years ago, a war was fought;
Now all that's left are signs of rot.
Giants from the northern lands
Came and with their mighty hands
Tore the fortress to the ground:
Great and terrible was the sound.
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Come in, there's always lots of room
For lost and weary souls to meet their lonely doom.
There's one of me, and so many of you.
Trust me, it's warmer under here.
There are many things to see
And the water's very clear.
Lord of the Swamp am I.
Welcome home!
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Hey, Stranger, how've you been?
Hey Stranger, why don't you come on in!
It's awfully dark and cold outside,
Why don't you sit by my fireside?
Hey, Stranger, rest a while,
I'm sure you've travelled many miles;
The only neighbourly thing to do
Is invite you in for a bit of stew.
Hey, Stranger, can you stir the pot?
Be careful, it's awfully hot!
Lean on over and take a look,
The recipe's mine, I love to cook!
Hey, Stranger, can you stand the heat?
The beets make it sweet, but it needs some meat!
It's starting to look like a pretty good stew;
There's just one thing I need from you!
Hey Stranger, please don't go!
I meant no harm; I swear it's so!
I wish you didn't have to dash--
You'd have been so good in my paprikash!
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I see the eyes watching me in the dark
Aaah
Was it a wolf, a wolf I saw, in the dark?
I can't get back to sleep in the night.
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I'm the one who haunts the road
Hiding in the walls of rain
The misty moors are my abode
I'm trying to escape my pain.
And I sometimes wonder
After all these years
Why it all began
Why am I here?
I'm a highwayman.
Riding over fields at night
Trampling the dewy grass
I live where there is no light
Robbing all the folk who pass.
And I sometimes wonder
After all these years
Why it all began
Why am I here?
I'm a highwayman.
Never do I shed a tear
For the life I left behind
Preying on the dread and fear
Of all the travellers that I find.
And I sometimes wonder
After all these years
Why it all began
Why am I here?
I'm a highwayman.
And I sometimes wonder
After all these years
Why it all began
Why am I here?
I'm a highwayman.
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