Tinker's Rhapsody - Richard Thompson

Early on a Summer’s morning

I’m scratching, I’m yawning

Early on a Summer’s morning

At the break of the day

Dry leaves caress me

The warm breezes bless me

And the songbirds confess me

At the break of the day

I wish that old river

Could wash me forever

Wash all the miles and

The bad times away

O the farmer’s wife she knows me

She feeds me she clothes me

Feeds me on eggs and barley

At the break of the day

And I’ll dine like a king sir

On what nature brings sir

It’s a good life for a tinker

On a fine Summer’s day

O the Winter it is tough now

And the living is rough now

The firewood is rotten

And I shiver all day

But nothing in life can beat

A June morning so sweet

All hardships are forgotten

On a fine Summer’s day