Songs of the Folk

Lyrics

Today is free, tomorrow's golden
In the past we lay our burden down
Forget the time, for time will fold and
We will win the final round

You and I, we drive through the night
And we hold out the light
So another place can shine when the day is gone
We're wanderin' on

And some folks live by stayin' put
Ain't it easy when you know how
But the vagabonds, the folks like us
Just gotta cut another route

You and I, we ride with the few
On a road that's always new
Under a sky that's always true wherever we go
We're wanderin' on

And when we reach the morning's glory
A new town to call home
They will say, come tell your story
Lay it out like an ancient Psalm

You and I, we roll fast and free
With our hands in the breeze
While our hearts shout and sing
And our toes tap the beat to a radio song

Hi-yi-yo