Intro: I come from the moor and the mountain From the waterfall and streams I turned me back on the mountain track I'm walking in a dream And every new horizon To me it seems the same And everywhere look old and bad While travelling on the plain Thus no one rides this road with me A plainsman rides alone No welcome waits by a city gate No voice to call me home Alone I came into this place And that is how I will go And all I learn is the season's turn It's all I need to know Oh, the world is hung with silver tongues With good advice to give If you can't show me how to die Don't tell me how to live The plainsman's song, though it's seldom long It's more than meets the ear And all I believe is the falling leaves At the turning of the year