Текст песни Harlan Howard - I`ll Be Gone
Harlan Howard - I`ll Be Gone слова песни
When the quiet evening comes,And the village softly liesTwinkling in the shadow of the mountain;When the twilight`s muffled drumsPlay tattoos to the skiesAnd the heavens close their eyesI`ll be gone.When the fisher folds his net,Makes his craft secureAnd gazes to the west for signs of weather;When he thinks of his table setHis children at the door,As he plods along the shoreI`ll be gone.When the merchant draws his shade,Counts the day`s receiptsAnd smiles recalling bits of idle gossip;When the entries all are madeIn the ledger`s tidy sheets,As he shuffles down the streetsI`ll be gone.`Tis pretty, but `tis chains,And I must be freeSo fare thee well ye full contented fellow.No quiet life for me,No home no family,Now and endlessly,I`ll be gone.