Sandy Denny – The Music Weaver Lyrics

But freedom he has anyway. 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. Prepared by: Paul Hosken (RMCB@VM.OP.DLR.DE) And who cares for the f
Of being alone. The hobo he leaves
When the going is bad
And the music he weaves
Is so gentle and sad. So the song it is yours,
And the song it is mine. (C) 1972)
I’m a long way from you,
I’m a long way from home. SANDY DENNYThe Music Weaver Lyrics
(By Sandy Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. And a cold wind it blows
Through good fortunes of time.