作词 : Shaver
True was the stream flowing clear from the mountain
To the grassy green valley below
Yes, and many were the days we all drank from that fountain
Leaving no way but downhill to go
We're all wayfaring, wandering gypsies alone
Looks like looking 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 living and taking and giving
I've had more than my share of mine
We're all wayfaring, wandering gypsies alone
Looks like looking 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 looking forward's where we'll always be
Cursed to be born as serious souls
No one will take seriously