Freeborn Man Of The Travelling People Songtext

I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered Country lanes and byways were always my ways I never fancied being lumbered O we knew the woods and the resting places And the small birds sang when winter days were over Then we'd pack our load and be on the road They were good old times for the rover There was open ground where a man could linger Stay a week or two for time was not your master Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog Nice and easy, no need to go faster Now and then we'd meet up with other travellers Hear the news or else swap family information At the country fairs, we'd be meeting there All the people of the travelling nation I've known life hard and I've known it easy And I've cursed the times when winter days were dawning But I've danced and sang through the whole night long Seen the summer sun rise in the morning All you freeborn men of the travelling people Every tinker, rolling stone and Gypsy rover Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going Your travelling days will soon be over