I'm a long way from you
I'm a long way from home
And who cares for the feeling
Of being alone
The notes and the words
They will always untold
And I'm left with a manuscript
That will grow old
And the secrets all told anyway
So the song it is yours
And the song it is mine
And a cold wind it blows
Through good fortunes of time
The hobo he leaves
When the going is bad
And the music he weaves
Is so gentle and sad
But freedom he has anyway
Writer(s): Sandy Denny
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