D G C G C F G
[Verse 1]
C G C D
I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people
D7 C G
Got no fixed abode, with the nomads I have wandered
D G C G
Country lanes and byways were always my ways
C G F G
I never fancied being lumbered
[Verse 2]
C G C D
Oh, we knew the woods and the resting places
D7 C G
And the small birds sang when winter days were over
D G C
Then we'd pack our load and be on the road
Em C G F G
Those were good old days for the rover
[Verse 3]
C G C D
All you freeborn men of the travelling people
D7 C G
Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy rover
D G C G
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
C G F G
Your travelling days will soon be over
[Verse 4]
C G C D
There was open ground where a man could linger
D7 C G
For a week or two, for time was not our master
D G C G
Then away we'd jog with our horse and dog
C G F G
Nice and easy, no need to go faster
[Instrumental]
G C D C G D G C G/B C G F G
[Verse 5]
C G C D
Well, I've known life hard and I've known it easy
D7 C G
And I've cursed the life when winter days were dawning
D G C G
But I've laughed and sung through the whole night long
C G F G
Seen the summer sunrise in the morning
[Verse 6]
C G C D
All you freeborn men of the travelling people
D7 C G
Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy rover
D G C G
Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going
C G F G
Your travelling days will soon be over
C G F G
Your travelling days will soon be over
