Travelling Man - 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