I'll Be Gone lyrics

Song information

Artist: Harlan Howard
Album: Mr. Songwriter

Lyrics

When the quiet evening comes
And the village softly lies
Twinkling in the shadow of the mountain;
When the twilight's muffled drums
Play tattoos to the skies
And the heavens close their eyes
I'll be gone

When the fisher folds his net
Makes his craft secure
And gazes to the west for signs of weather;
When he thinks of his table set
His children at the door
As he plods along the shore
I'll be gone

When the merchant draws his shade
Counts the day's receipts
And smiles recalling bits of idle gossip;
When the entries all are made
In the ledger's tidy sheets
As he shuffles down the streets
I'll be gone

'Tis pretty, but 'tis chains
And I must be free
So fare thee well ye full contented fellow
No quiet life for me
No home no family
Now and endlessly
I'll be gone