Walk with Me

By 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