Always the Traveller - Ian Gillan

It’s late in the season

Leaves are falling down

Autumn shades

Of red and brown

I heard you were leaving

Mind if I go along

I could hold your hand

And sing you a song

Always the traveller

Adrift in the wind

There’s something about you

That’s drawing me in

Maybe we’ll make it

Through to next year

Go our own ways

And I’ll meet you back here

Always the traveller

Adrift in the wind

There’s something about you

That’s drawing me in

Could I ever forget you

Not for a while

I’ll be tasting your sweet, sweet lips

Mile after mile