I'm a travelling man a-moving You name it I've been there And night and day I strive to sell my wares Got nothing I can show you But hang around a while and lend an ear While travellin' on a freight-train And through twelve gates of the city I was singing songs of wild mountain thyme
From the greenwood side-o Where the trees they do grow high And I'm standing on the shore From the Arizona dustbowl To the North-West Passage snowbound Where Lord Franklin made his stand While high above I'm flying With my guitar in my hand Thinking about one tiny grain of sand
Met a lady from Louisville She took my hand and said And from the foggy dew I stumbled Where the redbird sang his sweet song And the bells of Rhymney rang out And brought the people round Saying welcome to your friendly travelling man Welcome to your friendly travelling man