Walk with Me, by John Moore Subscribe to rss feed for John Moore

I was walkin
Walkin down the road
My head it was hot 
But my feet they were cold

So keep your feet dry
Free from viscous mold
And hang your head high
You’ve come too far to fold

And I keep on walkin
Walking down the road
Lookin for a someone
Someone to-o hold

Common there lassie 
Come and walk with me
Walk until your sorrow 
is a distant memory

So keep your feet dry
Free from viscous mold
And hang your head high
You’ve come too far to fold

This road keeps on wonderin
A wondern far and wide
But it don’t seem so far
With your feet by my side

So keep your feet dry
Free from viscous mold
And hang your head high
You’ve come too far to fold

Now we’re walking 
Walking down this road 
Hand in hand 
And growin’ old
Posted: 2015-10-25 02:18:09 UTC

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