Words to.....

Travelling.......by Bob Kirkpatrick

Setting out, upon a journey, hoping for some friends to see.
How I like to feel the freedom the open road can give to me.
When I began the sun was rising, but as the miles have passed me by
Clouds are few, and how they're moving, and now the sun is in my eyes.


I'm travelling, travelling.


Flying out with engines noisy, it's o'er the channel now I cross.
Try for words to give my feelings but only find I'm at a loss.
I'll call tonight to say I love her and how I miss her tender touch.
A tear will fall, and maybe another, I'm travelling a bit too much.


I'm travelling, travelling.

Foreign lands with all the hustle, I feel like fish out of water.
Lonely roads and hearts a heavy, she'll want to know just what I've bought her.
When I began the sun was shining, but snow is falling in Amsterdam.
I wonder what the morning holds as I gaze out from my hotel room.


I'm travelling, travelling.

©1998 Robert Ian Kirkpatrick