A Vagabond's Life

Here comes a barrow. Rumbling down the lane. Some called him a thief. Some said he was insane. Straining in the darkness. Sleeping in the day. That's what they say. A lifeless body. In a mothy robe. A worn out hat. And a perforated coat. Nobody's going to miss him. Or gather at his grave. That's what they say. What's your name vagabond. Where have you been. What's your aim vagabond. What have you seen. Where do you come from. And what do you strife. Come tell me about a vagabond's life. Ashes to ashes. In the glow of flambeaus. Lees of society. He was one of those. Who was living on others. Put all of us to shame. That's what they say. He walked with a limp. But he had been around. From far east to west. With the north wind down south. He was branded an outlaw. It was time to repay. That's what they say. What's your name vagabond. Where have you been. What's your aim vagabond. What have you seen. Where do you come from. And what do you strife. Come tell me about a vagabond's life. Don't call it murder. How can you dare. Turn around a leave. You shouldn't really care. All cases closed. In pauper's grave. That's what they say. Rest in peace vagabond. Where have you been. Rest in peace vagabond. What have you seen. Where did you come from. And what did you strife. Come tell me about a vagabond's life. Rest in peace vagabond. Where have you been. Rest in peace vagabond. What have you seen. Where did you come from. And what did you strife. The story of a vagabond's life.