Paroles de Blakey Ridge

Home, I bid thee farewell again Humming, roaming roads by the whispering moors No tide, just a riverview, and now Off I go to the sky, never to come down There's an open road to Blakey Ridge For a wanderer to rest his weary wings Here, one for the luck of living Toasting with the bard by the fire side Here, have an Old Peculier And share with me this joyous journey I will part with you while the day's still bright While a flower still blooms by a fallen tree Here, the welcoming hearthstones and rest Out there, the same old: North, East, South, and West There's an open road to Blakey Ridge For a wanderer to rest his weary wings Here, one for the luck of living Toasting with the bard by the fire side Here, have an Old Peculier And share with me this joyous journey I'm letting go, I'm letting go of yesterday (The Sun is setting) The last of me, the last of me is here to stay (Night is coming) I'm letting go of yesterday (The Moon is rising) The last of me is here to stay (The lion is waking) I'll see you up in Blakey Ridge