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6'10 (folk) - the travellers كلمات الأغنية

baton the hatches these roving souls
these cracks in my face my grey hair bold
these old sea stained eyes, these pipe soaked t__th
all a portrait of a man whose name is grief

i’ve heard the beauty of a seagulls screech
with the promise of land just out of reach
cast far away by this wandering shoal
and recked by the fragrance of times of old

(chorus)
we will sing, of these roving hearts as we sail
captured by these stars
we will dance in these boxcars of old
just two roving souls waiting for life to unfold
i’ve seen the white caps from which you have come
but the promise of freedom is not found in them
i know the secrets of wondering free
just a boxcar and a nap_sack is all that i need

it can be dangerous that’s for sure
running from bulls in these chicago yards
but beauty unmatched is not out of reach
just two rails below me and engine grease

(chorus)

- 610 folk

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