The Traveler Lyrics

Chatham County Line

I am from Frisco, many days come
And I long to get back to where I'm from
For I never saw a woman with a sweeter gaze
Than that woman I loved in my younger days

But I've seen no orchard, the river turn
Test of the flute, the sirens call
Settled horse and slept in feet
I know this liminal hard feat

I am the travel
I am the one
I am the rumor
My love is gone

Well, I've seen a face draw a thousand stares
Anyone in the world just as fierce
But I never saw an eye that shed your hue
Your lips that spoke words half as true

I am the traveler
I am the one
I am the rumor
My love is gone

I am from Frisco, many days come
And I'll never get back to where I'm from
I know that woman, she waits for me
For I laid the stone she's underneath

I am the travel
I am the one
I am the rumor
My love is gone

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