Along Where The Wind Blows

Lyrics for Along Where The Wind Blows

Got change in my pocket for a bottle of gin So open the alehouse door, let this weary soul in By the warmth of the fire, pipe in my hand I'll rest up for a while and go walking the land So it goes Along where wind blows Lay under stars Wander the roads Wander the roads No family to speak of, no future to plan Debts I have none to live off the land Sailor loves his ship, soldier loves his camp Give me country lanes and I shall die a tramp So it goes Along where wind blows Lay under stars Wander the roads Wander the roads