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The Plainsman - Fairport Convention
Written by:Peter William Roche/Trevor Lucas
I come from the moor and the mountain
From the waterfall and stream
I've turned my back on the mountain track
I'm walking in a dream
And ev'ry new horizon to me it seems the same
And ev'rywhere looks old
And bare while trav'ling on the plain
There's no one rides this road with me
A plains man rides alone
The welcome waits by a city gate
No voice to call me home
Alone I came into this place
And that is how I will go
And all I learn is the season's turn
That's all I need to know
Oh the world is hung with silver tongues
With good advice to give
If you can't show me how to die
Don't tell me how to live
The plains man's song
Though it's seldom long
It's more than meets the ear
And all I believe is the falling leaves
At the turning of the year