Travelling Man Lyrics - L.a. Turnaround - Bert Jansch

I'm a travelling man, a-moving 

You name it I've been there 

And night and day I strive to sell my wares 

Got nothing I can show you 

Nothing you can wear 

But hang around a while and lend an ear 

While travellin' on a freight-train 

On the Rocky Island line 

My young love said to me 

My mother, she don't mind 

And through twelve gates of the city 

I came into my prime 

I was singing songs of wild mountain thyme 

Sing little birdie 

From the greenwood side-o 

Where the trees they do grow high 

Come say hello 

Summer is a-coming 

And I'm standing on the shore 

And where I'm bound 

Oh Lord, I can't be sure 

From the Arizona dustbowl 

Out to Van Diemons land 

To the North-West Passage snowbound 

Where Lord Franklin made his stand 

While high above I'm flying 

With my guitar in my hand 

Thinking about one tiny grain of sand 

If anyone should ask me 

If I be a rambling boy 

The sporting life 

I know I have enjoyed 

Met a lady from Louisville 

A-pleasing to my mind 

She took my hand and said 

Would you please be kind 

And from the foggy dew I stumbled 

Into a shady grove 

Where the redbird sang his sweet song 

He sang of careless love 

And the bells of Rhymney rang out 

And brought the people round 

Saying welcome to your friendly travelling man 

Welcome to your friendly travelling man