Travellers Song text/musik Robert Wachsmann
am F G
Were working all day and our time is slipping away
am F G
like wheels in the factory our everyday-lfe keeps turning our mind away
They say you cant get out so we call it so loud
"were leaving the society the office and the factory were ramblers on the road."
C D G hm
And its April lets go the mountains re covered with snow
D7 G em C D
where the frost the cold winds are chilling in the nights
C D hm
and were travelling on till summer comes along
D7 G em C D7 G
and the nights getting gentle and warm and no cold winds moan.
Tomorrow well be gone were on the road so long
that none of us can ever forecast when well reach the end
And our life is pretty now, well stand the tide somehow
and none of us can ever forecast what happens tomorrow .
And its April lets go ..