True was the stream flowin' clear from the mountain To the grassy green valley below Yes, and many were the days we all drank from that fountain Leavin' no way but downhill to go
We're all wayfaring, wandering gypsies alone Looks like lookin' forward's where we'll always be Cursed to be born as serious souls No one will take seriously
Lord, I've touched me the country, I've seen me the light I've found what I wanted to find And of ready-roll livin' and takin' and givin' I've had more than my share of mine
We're all wayfaring, wandering gypsies alone Looks like lookin' forward's where we'll always be Cursed to be born as serious souls No one will take seriously
We're all wayfaring, wandering gypsies alone Looks like lookin' forward's where we'll always be Cursed to be born as serious souls No one will take seriously.