The Music Weaver Lyrics - Sandy Denny

I'm a long way from you 

I'm a long way from home 

And who cares for the feeling 

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 secrets 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