Harlan Howard Lyrics
"I'll Be Gone"

(Michael Merchant)

When the quiet evening comes and the willage softly lies
Twinkling in the shadow of the mountains
When the twilights muffle drums play tattoos to the skies
And the heavens close their eyes I'll be gone.

When the fisher throws his nets and makes his crab secure
And gazes to the west for signs of weather
When he thinks of his table set little baby's at the door
As he floods along the shore I'll be gone.

--- Instrumental ---

When the merchant draws the shade as he counts his day's results
And smiles recalling bits of idle gossip
When the entry's all I meet and the ledger's tiny sheets
As he shuffles down the streets I'll be gone.

It's pretty but all choosed and I must be free
Fare Thee Well my poor contented fellows
No quiet life for me no home no family now and endlessly I'll be gone
I'll be gone, I'll be gone, I'll be gone...