Born In Your Town Born in your town on this young morning Oh certainly I have good luck coming Sadly sadly have I mourned making heavy my burden Such toils to entwine me No more to endure them A lover is to me she is my companion Six strings at my hand to the morning I tuned them Oh warm room I have and a warm place for sleeping Black coffee to waken me No more to be dreaming The wings of the albatross long since I saw him The hair of the goats as they walk to the island In the hands of the watchers a page is turned over And the echoes flow on rippling on On the face of the river What would I wish for if wishing were having In the streets of your town I see nothing worth stealing For autumn speaks leaves to the lost deeps forever And the clouds echo on echoing on On the face of the river