LE VAGABOND
From town to town, I wondered through the years,
I sing my songs of life and love and tears.
I walk with fools, but seek the wise,
my bed the earth my canopy the skies.
A restless soul, I play so many parts,
a dream begins but ends before it starts,
a market place, a tavern bar,
I sing my songs where strangers are,
what do I seek? I cannot say,
I find my place, but then I walk away.
A vagabond, that�s what they call me,
I pass you by, but leave you with a song,
a vagabond, of no importance,
just born to be a lonely vagabond.
Hello goodbye I know I cannot stay,
some other town is calling me away,
I look at those who fall in love,
it�s something I know little of,
and yet I love the life I lead,
a place to sing is all I ever need.
A vagabond, that�s what they call me,
I pass you by, but leave you with a song,
a vagabond, of no importance,
just born to be a lonely vagabond.
a vagabond of no importance,
just born to be a lonely vagabond.