A lovely wee CD card fold. Artwork designed by Adam Howard with photographs taken on the west coast of Scotland. With erroneous text corrected from the first run.
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lyrics
On my way through the east, I met Daniel and he
said that life could be found 'neath the bough of this tree.
So I traveled alone on the longest of roads;
I never came to the end but I came to my home.
There's a fire at my back there's a spark in my soul
that is keeping me moving and it is keeping me bold.
When my feet hit the ground they are swift to west
but quite where they are headed is a goal to be guessed.
I am the gypsy king,
I was born on the sea
with the crashing of thunder as the waves beat beneath.
All I have I can hold
but my tale should be told
with a glass pointed upwards and a fire for the cold.
The night's filled with songs telling fantastic tales
and the morning it is brighter when you're out on the trail.
I've got travel in my bones, music in my blood,
and the cold's not an issue; let it rain, let it flood.
Home's not a place; it's a state of the mind.
It's the people that we love, it's what I can't claim as mine.
I am restless sometimes, 'till I take stock of life
and I find I'm still living with my love still alive.
I am the gypsy king,
I was born on the sea
with the crashing of thunder as the waves beat beneath
all I have I can hold
but my tale should be told
with a glass pointed upwards and a fire for the cold
How could I say I am down on my luck
When the path laid before me is rising to touch
the souls of my shoes, and my heart may be bruised
but I'll sing 'till the morning, and I am done with the blues