The Music Weaver

The Music Weaver - Sandy Denny

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 unfold

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