(By Sandy Denny UFO Music, Inc (C) 1972)
I'm a long way from you,
I'm a long way from home
And who cares for the f
Of being alone
The notes and the words
They will always unfold
And I'm left with a manuscript
That will grow old
And the secret's all told anyway
So the song it is yours,
And the song it is mine
And a cold wind it blows
Through good fortunes of time
The hobo he leaves
When the going is bad
And the music he weaves
Is so gentle and sad
But freedom he has anyway