The Pozo-Seco Singers - I'll Be Gone lyrics

When the quiet evening comes And the village softly lies Twinklling in the shadow of the mountain When the twilight's muffled glows Play tatoos to the skies And the heavens close their eyes I'll be gone. When the fisher folds his net, Makes his craft secure, And gazes to the west for signs of weather When he thinks of his table set, His children at the door, As he? on the shore I'll be gone. When the merchant draws his shade, Counts the days receipts, And smiles, recalling bits of idle gossip. When the entries all are made In the ledger's tidy sheets As he shuffles down the streets I'll be gone. Tis pretty but is strange And I must be free. So fare-thee-well you poor contented fellow No quiet life for me, no hope, no family, Now and endlessly I'll be gone.