"The Tinker" lyrics

It's a tinker I am, I'm a traveling man
I follow the wind and the stars
If I've shoes on me feet and an ol' cross to meet
I'm as happy as any by far

I'm as rich as a king when I lay down to dream
On my pillow of sawdust or hay
And the friends that I make, I would never forsake
And their kindness I'll one day repay

So thank you for sharing the warmth of your fire
And an ol' cup o' tea or two
And that warm feather bed, where I lay down me head
For makin' me welcome, thank you

I'm a jack of all trades and as sharp as a blade
When it comes to the markets and fairs
Mendin' old pots and pans or whatever I can
Not a penny I give for your cares

So thank you for sharing the warmth of your fire
And an ol' cup o' tea or two
And that warm feather bed, where I lay down me head
For makin' me welcome, thank you

And the cold winds of winter can cut like a knife
And the rain chills me deep to the bone
But the warm summer breezes still blow on my mind
It's them, keeps me carryin' on

When the cock crows at dawn, I'll be already gone
Through the meadow that runs by the trees
I think nothing of time, for the world is all mine
I can come and go as I please

So thank you for sharing the warmth of your fire
And an ol' cup o' tea or two
And that warm feather bed, where I lay down me head
For makin' me welcome, thank you

So thank you for sharing the warmth of your fire
And an ol' cup o' tea or two
And that warm feather bed, where I lay down me head
For makin' me welcome, thank you