Born in your town on this young morning
oh certainly I have good luck coming
sadly sadly have I mourned making heavy my burden
such toils to entwine me
no more to endure them
A lover is to me she is my companion
six strings at my hand to the morning I tuned them
oh warm room I have and a warm place for sleeping
black coffee to waken me
no more to be dreaming
The wings of the albatross long since I saw him
the hair of the goats as they walk to the island
in the hands of the watchers a page is turned over
and the echoes flow on rippling on
on the face of the river
What would I wish for if wishing were having
in the streets of your town I see nothing worth stealing
for autumn speaks leaves to the lost deeps forever
and the clouds echo on echoing on
on the face of the river
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- Miscellaneous
- The Incredible String Band
- Be Glad For The Song Has No Ending
- No Ruinous Feud
- The Chelsea Sessions 1967
- Liquid Acrobat As Regards The Air
- Wee Tam And The Big Huge
- The 5000 Spirits Or The Layers Of The Onion
- Hard Rope & Silken Twine
- Earthspan
- The Big Huge
- Wee Tam
- Psychedelia: A 50 Year Trip
- U
- Heritage
- From the Coffeehouse
- Introducing The Incredible String Band
- The All New Electric Muse: The Story of Folk Into Rock
- The Peace & Love Generation
- First Girl I Loved