Down through the wood I go tramping in With my crust of bread And my tea again Chorus With all this time All this time All this time All this time And I hear the road Tires fade to black And my footsteps know Im not coming back Chorus Theres a red rose sky Hanging purple clouds Moving fast and high Over orange sundown Like a ringing bell Or a sirens call I know it well Always knew it all Chorus Down through the wood I go tramping in Till my skin feels good On my bones again Chorus
tramping, wood, crust, time, sundown