A stone thrown from heaven skipping cross the water With disappearing ripples left behind A book with no cover a rhyme with no reason Guess I'll always be one of the roving kind.
'Cause movings in my soul I guess a Gypsy got ahold Of somebody in my family long ago If some night while half asleep you hear the backdoor softly squeak You'll touch my empty pillow then you'll know.
That a restless wind is calling me again Her warming hand is tugging at my soul Summer's gone Lord the winter's coming on I can't let it catch me standing in the cold.
Life may dice out of my bones and it won't leave me alone Till it warms me up and takes another row You can roll seven every time so there ain't no use in tryin' It don't take an educated head to know.
That when I'm moving down the road I won't need no overload Nor memories of you to weigh my mind So every step I take will just be one more I can make That would put those memories further down the line.
That a restless wind is calling me again Her warming hand is tugging at my soul Summer's gone Lord the winter's coming on I can't let it catch me standing in the cold...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
