words and music by bruce mowat

ęcopyright 2001 bruce mowat

 

 

Sittin at home lookin out my doorway, 

thinking about life, everythings ok.
The tales and the myths from the north and the south,

everyone has something to say
The shop on the hill, where the man stands still,

by his windowsill, the barber starts his day
The days been done, the settling sun,

the nights begun, the songs are on there way......

Everybody in the land has a song they'll sing us
Everybody in the room has a dance to jig us
Everybody in the world has a tune to play us ......

The lady from the stall, in the market hall,

where the barkers call, sells flowers on her way.
The farmer plows, and he feeds his sows,

where the grain stands tall, starts another day.
The baker jokes, while he tells the folks,

as the oven smokes and he tells them all to stay.
The days been done, the settling sun,

the nights begun, the songs are on there way...... 

Everybody in the land has a song they'll sing us
Everybody in the room has a dance to jig us
Everybody in the world has a tune to play us ......

Sittin at home lookin out my doorway,

thinking about life, everythings ok.
The road is long, the night rolls on,

the moonlights gone, the dawn is on its way.
The circus clown when he comes to town,

leaves his frown behind him, on his way.
The days been done, the settling sun,

the nights begun, the songs are on there way...... 
Everybody in the land has a song they'll sing us
Everybody in the room has a dance they'll jig 
Everybody in the world has a tune to play us ......

 

 

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