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Thereâs people on the highway,
People in the towns,
You just canât get away;
Iâm a-going to the mountains,
Going by the sea,
You wonât see me again.
Chorus:
Gonna move on buddy,
Gonna leave my trouble and worry behind,
Find a new home to rest my uneasy mind
For itâs better to be going,
Better to be moving
Than clinging to your past;
Love is made from living,
And dreams are made of sleeping,
Better catch it while it lasts.
Sweet lady she wonât call
Or knock upon my door,
She wonât see me at all;
And every word Iâve said,
Everything I done,
Will not turn her pretty head
Now if I stay Iâll lose out,
For the dealer deals too fast
And the gameâs turned about;
So I think Iâll try a new game,
One I understand,
Then my life wonât be in vain
When youâre feeling kind of blue,
Kind of mixed up inside,
And good times are few;
When every day brings the rain
In a never ending flood,
And youâre on your own again
And when itâs hard to decide
What should be your next move
And whatâd be the outcome;
And when sunny days roll by
And pass you unnoticed,
And time ceases to run.
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- The Best of British Folk
- Troubadours of Folk: The 60s Acoustic Explosion
- Early Classics
- Light Flight
- Basket of Light
- The Pentangle
- Cruel Sister
- One More Road
- The Love Generation
- The Best of British Folk Rock
- Sweet Child
- The Collection
- Sixties Apocalypse
- So Early in the Spring
- Open the Door
- Electric Psychedelic Sitar Headswirlers, Volume 5
- Transatlantic Ticket
- The Best of English Folk
- Pentangling: The Collection