I have often told you stories about the way.
I live the life of a drifter,
waiting for the day.
When I take your hand and sing you songs then maybe you would say, "Come lay with me and love me,"
and I would surely stay.
But I feel I'm growing older.
And the songs that I have sang
I live the life of a drifter,
waiting for the day.
When I take your hand and sing you songs then maybe you would say, "Come lay with me and love me,"
and I would surely stay.
But I feel I'm growing older.
And the songs that I have sang