paroles de chanson The Final Reel - Michael Weston King

I called you from the rivers edge
As the Autumn leaves turned yellow
I stood beside your bonny banks
Where the cold night lilies grow

And although you were just weeks away
You caused a smile upon my face

You roaring, roving vagabond
You tall story telling vagabond
You rambling, charming vagabond, my friend

The line went dead, the signal lost
I felt a shiver deep inside
As I walked on over your hills
It was with a sense of pride

That we had known each other so
And journeyed song in hand

You roaring, roving vagabond
You tall story telling vagabond
You rambling, charming vagabond, my friend

Now the trumpets have all faded out
And the final reel has been shown
You taught me the ways of the drinking man
Now I must drink alone

But I'll play the halls we knew so well
And I'll sing the songs we cried
Until I join you in the devils choir
Your voice will never die
Your voice will never die

You roaring, roving vagabond
You tall story telling vagabond
You rambling, charming vagabond, my friend