I've got a home in that rock Don't you see (don't you see) I've got a home in that rock Don't you see I've got a home in that rock Just beyond the
I hear a low faint voice that says Papa and mama's dead And it comes from the poor orphan child That must be clothed and fed And it comes from the
I'm going away to leave you, love I'm a-going away for a while But I'll return to you some time If I go 10,000 miles The storms are on the ocean The
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song It takes a worried man to sing a worried song It takes a worried man to sing a worried song I'm worried
[ P. Roberts, I. Plant ] Until dawn Wasting Nights I am searching for my way On these silent fields Becoming my own prey Falling from a distant ground
: [ P. Roberts, I. Plant ] Until dawn Wasting Nights I am searching for my way On these silent fields Becoming my own prey Falling from a distant ground
Я бродяга, пришедший из дальних земель Hm A Hm Пой, моя лютня, пой A Hm Я свободный, как ветер певец менестрель Hm A Hm Пой, моя лютня