We've tramped around the world
my dear
our fortune was to roam
but each place that I've been
with you
that place has been my home
if now I wander on alone
with no place to abide
I'll be content for I was
sent
those wanderings at your side
Love that blossoms in the night
can't stand the test of time
it ebbs and flows it comes
and goes
no reason reach nor rhyme
as each day becomes another
day
each year another year
I'd trade a year in heaven
for a day with you my dear
The miles flow on and I am
gone
to a wild and empty land
where time's like an empty
room
and space an empty hand
and the things we said and
the jokes we made
are echoes in the waste
we'll meet again when hills
are green
in another time and place
[repeat 1st verse]
By Dave Van Ronk © 1982 Folklore Music ASCAP
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