Born In Your Town - The Incredible String Band

Born in your town on this young morning

Oh certainly I have good luck coming

Sadly sadly have I mourned making heavy my burden

Such toils to entwine me

No more to endure them

A lover is to me she is my companion

Six strings at my hand to the morning I tuned them

Oh warm room I have and a warm place for sleeping

Black coffee to waken me

No more to be dreaming

The wings of the albatross long since I saw him

The hair of the goats as they walk to the island

In the hands of the watchers a page is turned over

And the echoes flow on rippling on

On the face of the river

What would I wish for if wishing were having

In the streets of your town I see nothing worth stealing

For autumn speaks leaves to the lost deeps forever

And the clouds echo on echoing on

On the face of the river