Harlan Howard "I'll Be Gone" |
(Michael Merchant) When the quiet evening comes and the willage softly lies Twinkling in the shadow of the mountains When the twilights muffle drums play tattoos to the skies And the heavens close their eyes I'll be gone. When the fisher throws his nets and makes his crab secure And gazes to the west for signs of weather When he thinks of his table set little baby's at the door As he floods along the shore I'll be gone. --- Instrumental --- When the merchant draws the shade as he counts his day's results And smiles recalling bits of idle gossip When the entry's all I meet and the ledger's tiny sheets As he shuffles down the streets I'll be gone. It's pretty but all choosed and I must be free Fare Thee Well my poor contented fellows No quiet life for me no home no family now and endlessly I'll be gone I'll be gone, I'll be gone, I'll be gone... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |