Текст песни The Travellin' People

I'm a freeborn man of the travelin' people;
Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered.
Country lanes and byways were always my ways;
I've never fancied bein' longer.

Oh, we knew the woods and the restin' places;
And the small birds sang when winter days were over.
Then we'd pack our load and be on the road
Those were good old days for a rover.

There was open ground where a man could linger
For a week or two, for time was not our master.
Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog,The Woods Band - The Travellin' People - http://ru.motolyrics.com/the-woods-band/the-travellin-people-lyrics.html
Nice and easy, no need to go faster.

Well, I've known life hard and I've known it easy;
And I've cursed the life when winter's days were dawning;
But I've laughed and sung through the whole night long;
Seen the summer sunrise in the morning.

All you freeborn men of the travelin' people
Every tinker, rolling stone, or gypsy rover;
Winds of change are blowin', old ways are going;
Your travelin' days will soon be over.
Your travelin' days will soon be over.