Il testo della Born in your town

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