Letters from a Traveilling Man

Dear Darling, I’ve been travelling round the country with an urge I cannot tame
But everywhere I go I think of home and hope that it all remains the same
Oh, when you’re travelling landscapes change, the faces fade, no one here knows my name
But in the nightly gloom I find the moon and soon I hear your voice again, Oh and nothing’s changed

I just wrote to let you know, that it’s time for me to go
Even though I wish I could remain, I won’t be coming round this way again

Mama won’t you take this whiskey from me, I’ve been drinking far too long
Oh, the sun’s too high, the roads too long, and I’m too drunk to know my right from wrong
And if I could, I’d find some land, we’d have a child, a baby on the lawn
But honey I’m a travelling man and I’ll have up and left you come the dawn

So I just wrote to let you know, that if I could I wouldn’t go
Tell my Ma I love her just the same, but I’m leaving on the seven thirty train

Honey life can get a little lonely living like a rolling stone
Oh, and sitting by my fire tonight I must confess, I’m a fool so far from home
Oooh, one day baby I’ll come home, I’ll have you seated on my knee
But until that day I need your promise that you’ll sit and wait for me

Can’t you see that I need to know, that wherever I will roam
There will always be a fire burning waiting for your traveller to come home
There will always be a fire burning waiting for your baby to come home