A SECOND TRAVELLING SONG ( Words and Music by Paul F. Cowlan )

I wrote this on the road in south-east Asia in 1980; Thailand, Malaysia, Sumatra, Java, Bali and Singapore. Even if you live in a dream, as I tended to do in those days, it’s still possible to get tired.


I’m tired of travelling and I wish these days were over,
I’ve been up too many mountains and down too many hills,
and though I could tell you stories of rivers and of oceans
I’m weary in my body and I’m longing to be still.

Now people tell me of the good times, the bad times and the seasons,
giving oh, so many reasons for the things I don’t know;
but if good luck was money I’d be the third son of a poor man,
and if good times were a highway I’d have a long way to go.

We came in to the city from the cool and silent ocean.
We came in from the water to the hot and dusty land.
And the sun was just sinking in a sky of dry lightning
but I was so weary I hardly could stand.

I’ve seen the sunrise above a volcano,
and I’ve seen the moon dance in courtyards of gold.
I’ve heard the wind talking to the Goddess of the rice fields,
and I’ve walked among the ruins of the cities of old.

But I’m tired of travelling and I wish these days were over,
I’ve been up too many mountains and down too many hills,
and though I could tell you stories of rivers and of oceans
I’m weary in my body and I’m longing to be still.

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