From the recording Diane Cluck
Lyrics
leave a little something by the door
of each place as you're leaving
your back will be much lighter
on the road
on the road
people here are kind
you'll soon find
there's not much you'll be needing
the farmers don't mind
if you reap some of what they've sowed
4 score lightnings hit the sky that night
and i think of you
the effect was blinding, frightening
for awhile i could see the bones in everything
like i had x-ray view
leave a little something in the bowl
for each mouth that you're feeding
you'll find your rations last a fortnight or more
sock away a song
in the mouth of each lover you're kissing
you'll hear it ring out from the opposite shore
and it will comfort you in your travels
we all need comfort in our travels
comfort me in my travels
we all need comfort in our travels
oh, 4 score lightnings hit the sky
that's eighty if you multiply
and that's more than a few !
i suspect as the rain's running down my face and neck
it's a sign from you
beckoning me home from my travels
beckoning me home from my travels
because you're the spool on which it all unravels
the big oak block on which the judges bang their gavels...
should i ? should i ?
cleave aside the mountains
keeping score of what valleys i'm carving
rocks and water kicked up
for the times when i'm thirsty, i'm starving