The Plainsman by Fairport Convention Lyrics

Lucas-Roche

I come from the moor and the mointain, from the waterfall and stream
I've turned my back on the mountain track; I'm walking in a dream
And ev'ry new horizon to mee it looks the same
But ev'rywhere looks old and bare while trav'ling on the plain
There's no-one rides this road with me, a plainsman rides alone
The welcome waits by a city gate, no voice to call me home
Alone I came into this place, and that is how I will go
And all I learn is the season's turn, that's all I need to know
Oh the world is hung with silver tongues wiht good advice to give
If you can't show me how to die, don't tell me how to live
The plainsman's song, though it's seldom long, it's more than meets the ear
And all I believe is the falling leaves at the turning of the year