These are days for a traveller to tread every land, Out on these frontiers sence time began. Wagon wheels were a creaking, I was lost in your eyes, Then roaming old countries where many men were beguiled. I don’t seem like a soldier, though that’s what am, These streets face cold frontiers, though I laugh while I can.
When you’re born on the ocean and toil on this land, Can’t dwell on what’s lost, I do all that I can To live with the people who lie by my side ‘til the day we roll over this wild frontiers divide.
Wind curls like a whisper is it talking me? I can’t get no peace as it rustles the leaves. Let me sleep by the trail as it curls up like smoke, Up that old mountain past hawthorn and oak. Soon I will slumber let them stars shine, Let me peer from these drapes in the morn when I rise.
These are days for a traveller to tread every land, Out on wild frontiers sense time began Wagon wheels were creaking I was lost in your eyes, Then roaming old countries where many men were beguiled. Soon I will slumber let them stars shine Let me peer from these drapes in the morn when I rise.