The Tinker

It's a tinker I am, a traveling man
I follow the wind and the stars
If I've shoes on me feet,
And an ol' cross to meet, I'm as happy as any by far
I'm as rich as a king when I lay down
To dream on my pillow of sawdust or hay
And the friends that I make,
I would never forsake and their kindness I'll one day repay
So thank you for sharing the warmth of
Your fire and an ol' cup o' tea or two
And that warm feather bed, where I lay down me head
For makin' me welcome, thank you
I'm a jack of all trades and as sharp as a
Blade when it comes to the markets and fairs
Mendin' old pots and pans or whatever I can
Not a penny I give for your cares
So thank you for sharing the warmth of
Your fire and an ol' cup o' tea or two
And that warm feather bed, where I lay down me head
For makin' me welcome, thank you
And the cold winds of winter can cut like a
Knife, and the rain chills me deep to the bone
But the warm summer breezes still blow on my mind
It's them, keeps me carryin' on
When the cock crows at dawn,
I'll be already gone through the meadow that runs by the trees
I think nothing of time,
For the world is all mine, I can come and go as I please
So thank you for sharing the warmth of
Your fire and an ol' cup o' tea or two
And that warm feather bed, where I lay down me head
For makin' me welcome, thank you
So thank you for sharing the warmth of
Your fire and an ol' cup o' tea or two
And that warm feather bed, where I lay down me head
For makin' me welcome, thank you