Time To Go




Oh it’s time to go and I’m all packed up
And I can’t see the wood for the trees
But the girls around aren’t happy
with my plan to leave

I’ve got a place way down south,
Far away from here
Journey’s gonna take two days
and take me far from here

But I don’t know, I fear I don’t know
If I’ll ever see you again
I’ll drive through the night, I’ll drive alright
But I don’t know if I’ll ever be back again

The oaks are bending, the trees are lending
as I pass on down the road
The fells are watching, the becks are bursting
as I move on down the road

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