The Music Weaver Lyrics - Denny Sandy

(By Sandy Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972) 

I'm a long way from you, 

I'm a long way from home. 

And who cares for the f 

Of being alone. 

The notes and the words 

They will always unfold 

And I'm left with a manuscript 

That will grow old 

And the secret's all told anyway. 

So the song it is yours, 

And the song it is mine. 

And a cold wind it blows 

Through good fortunes of time. 

The hobo he leaves 

When the going is bad 

And the music he weaves 

Is so gentle and sad. 

But freedom he has anyway. 

Prepared by: Paul Hosken ([email protected])