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« on: November 18, 2011, 07:05:44 PM »
Song for Snufkin
When summer comes, and the valley's green,
I'll stay for a month or more;
When summer comes, so too come I,
A-knocking at your door,
But when the autumn winds blow cold on the windows of your home,
You'll find that I am southward bound and walking on my own.
I'll walk away
To Mandalay
Or Nineveh or Timbuktu
Caring for nothing and nobody's rule
Knowing I'm wise while seeming a fool
So far away from you,
So far, so far away from you.
When summer comes, and the valley's green,
I'll stay for a month or more;
When summer comes, so too come I,
A-knocking at your door,
But when the autumn winds blow cold on the windows of your home,
You'll find that I am southward bound and walking on my own.
With hat of green
Unfolding scenes
Will spread before my wandering shoes
Sitting in tents in the high Pyrenees
No money or passport, just living at ease
No care for "what's" or "whose",
No care, no care for "what's" or "whose",
When summer comes, and the valley's green,
I'll stay for a month or more;
When summer comes, so too come I,
A-knocking at your door,
But when the autumn winds blow cold on the windows of your home,
You'll find that I am southward bound and walking on my own.
Perhaps I'll speak
On Ararat's peak
Inspiring all who hear;
Spreading my tales with the prints of my boots
Whistling my way to taste tropical fruits,
No home, no lies, no fear.
No home, no home, no lies, no fear.
When summer comes, and the valley's green,
I'll stay for a month or more;
When summer comes, so too come I,
A-knocking at your door,
But when the autumn winds blow cold on the windows of your home,
You'll find that I am southward bound and walking on my own.
When winter comes, and the valley's white,
I'll leave 'til the icicles thaw;
When winter comes, then leave must I,
Far from a friendly door,
But when the spring buds all burst forth with flowers around your home,
You'll find my song comes ringing out... until the north winds blow.