Songtexte Turn of the Wheel - Hal Ketchum

I speak the king's English
I kneel in is chapel
I face 40 lashes for stealing is apples
I live in his tavern die in his field

Drink to his health and the turn of the wheel

Michael's my name I was born in this
Clatter 25 years As if nothing's the matter
It's hard to become very much of a man
You've been walking around with your head in your hands

I speak the king's English
I kneel in is chapel
I face 40 lashes for stealing is apples
I live in is tavern die in his field

Drink to his health and the turn of the wheel

No matter the rattle of coin in my pocket
But I'd sooner buy my
Dear Rosie a locket
Then leave this old countryside dry to the bone
Pour me another one heres to the throne

I speak the king's English
I kneel in is chapel
I face 40 lashes for stealing is apples
I live in is tavern die in his field
Yeah yeah

Drink to his health and the turn of the wheel
Hey hey

Up on a hill In a castle of stone
A withered old man on the grass sleeping alone
While I'm at the bar with my rose on my knee

I know which one of us I'd rather be

I speak the king's English
I kneel in is chapel
I face 40 lashes for stealing is apples
I live in is tavern die in his field yeah yeah yeah yeah

Drink to his health and the turn of the wheel

I speak the king's English
I kneel in is chapel
I face 40 lashes for stealing is apples
I live in is tavern die in his field yeah yeah

Drink to his health and the turn of the wheel

Ha ha ha