Amadan - Rhyme Of The Remittance Man lyrics

There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging In the shadow of my cabin And it roamed the velvet valley till today But I tracked it by the river And I trailed it in the cover And I k**ed it on the mountain miles away Now I've had my lazy supper And the level sun is gleaming On the water where the silver salmon play And I light my little corn-cob And I linger, softly dreaming In the twilight, of a land that's far away Well, this is the tale of a remittance man I'm three sheets to the wind and Just a three days' sail from land It's been ten years since I've crossed these shores Don't know if I'll return But if I keep my sails and liver wet My soul ain't gonna burn Far away, so faint and far Is flaming London, fevered Paris That I fancy I have gained another star Far away the din and hurry Far away the sin and worry Far away — God knows they cannot be too far Gilded galley-slaves of Mammon How my purse-proud brothers taunt me I might have been as well-to-do as they Had I clutched like them my chances Learned their wisdom, crushed my fancies Starved my soul and gone to business everyday Well, this is the tale of a remittance man I'm three sheets to the wind and Just a three days' sail from land It's been ten years since I've crossed these shores Don't know if I'll return But if I keep my sails and liver wet My soul ain't gonna burn Well, the cherry bends with blossom And the vivid gra** is springing And the star-like lily nestles in the green And the frogs their joys are singing And my heart in tune is ringing And it doesn't matter what I might have been While above the scented pine-gloom Piling heights of golden glory The sun-god paints his canvas in the west I can couch me deep in clover I can listen to the story Of the lazy, lapping water — it is best While the trout leaps in the river And the blue grouse thrills the cover And the frozen snow betrays the panther's track And the robin greets the dayspring With the rapture of a lover I am happy, and I'll nevermore go back For I know I'd just be longing For the little old log cabin With the morning-glory clinging to the door Till I loathed the city places Cursed the care on all the faces Turned my back on lazar London evermore Well, this is the tale of a remittance man I'm three sheets to the wind and Just a three days' sail from land It's been ten years since I've crossed these shores Don't know if I'll return But if I keep my sails and liver wet My soul ain't gonna burn So send me far from Lombard Street And write me down a failure Put a little in my purse and leave me free Say: "He turned from Fortune's offering To follow up a pale lure He is one of us no longer — let him be" I am one of you no longer By the trails my feet have broken The dizzy peaks I've scaled, the camp-fire's glow By the lonely seas I've sailed in Yeah, the final word is spoken I am signed and sealed to nature; be it so Well, this is the tale of a remittance man I'm three sheets to the wind and Just a three days' sail from land It's been ten years since I've crossed these shores Don't know if I'll return But if I keep my sails and liver wet My soul ain't gonna burn Well, this is the tale of a remittance man I'm three sheets to the wind and Just a three days' sail from land It's been ten years since I've crossed these shores Don't know if I'll return But if I keep my sails and liver wet My soul ain't gonna burn Well, this is the tale of a remittance man I'm three sheets to the wind and Just a three days' sail from land It's been ten years since I've crossed these shores Don't know if I'll return But if I keep my sails and liver wet My soul ain't gonna burn