A stone thrown from heaven
Skipping cross the water
With disappearing ripples left behind
A book with no cover
A rhyme with no reason
Guess I'll always be one of the roving kind
Cause movings in my soul
I guess a Gypsy got ahold
Of somebody in my family long ago
So if some night while half asleep
You hear your backdoor softly squeak
You'll touch my empty pillow then you'll know
That a restless wind
Is calling me again
Her warming hand is tugging at my soul
Summer's gone
Lord, the winter's coming on
I can't let it catch me standing in the cold
Life may dice out of my bones
And it won't leave me alone
Till it warms me up and takes another row
You can roll seven every time
So there ain't no use in trying
It don't take an educated head to know
That when I'm moving down the road
I won't need no overload
Nor memories of you to weigh my mind
So every step I take
Will just be one more I can make
That would put those memories further down the line
That a restless wind
Is calling me again
Her warming hand is tugging at my soul
Summer's gone
Lord, the winter's coming on
I can't let it catch me standing in the cold