Songtexte
Home,
I
bid
thee
farewell
again
Humming,
roaming
roads
by
the
whispering
moors
No
tide,
just
a
riverview
and
now
Off
I
go
to
the
sky,
never
to
come
down
There's
an
open
road
to
Blakey
Ridge
For
a
wanderer
to
rest
his
weary
wings
Here,
one
for
the
luck
of
living
Toasting
with
the
bard
by
the
fireside
Here,
have
an
Old
Peculier
And
share
with
me
this
joyous
journey
I
will
part
with
you
while
the
day's
still
bright
While
a
flower
still
blooms
by
a
fallen
tree
Here,
the
welcoming
hearthstones
and
rest
Out
there,
the
same
old:
north,
east,
south
and
west
There's
an
open
road
to
Blakey
Ridge
For
a
wanderer
to
rest
his
weary
wings
Here,
one
for
the
luck
of
living
Toasting
with
the
bard
by
the
fireside
Here,
have
an
Old
Peculier
And
share
with
me
this
joyous
journey
I'm
letting
go,
I'm
letting
go
of
yesterday
(The
sun
is
setting)
The
last
of
me,
the
last
of
me
is
here
to
stay
(Night
is
coming)
I'm
letting
go
of
yesterday
(The
moon
is
rising)
The
last
of
me
is
here
to
stay
(The
Lion
is
waking)
I'll
see
you
up
in
Blakey
Ridge
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