Folk Song Comin' On

The Wind in my hair

The sunset through the trees

The smell of lilac in the air

The buzzing of the bees

Tears in her eyes

Knowing I will soon be gone

I feel a folk song comin' on

Tires on the highway

And a wistful kind of longing for a

Feeling of the future

Back when I was a lad

With my guitar on my back

A few dollars in my pocket

Times were hard but getting better

Maybe the best I ever had

I feel a folk song comin' on

My body sore and tired

My hands covered in dirt

M' lady at the table

Sewing up my Sunday shirt

For tomorrow we shall marry

And dance until the dawn

I feel a folk song comin' on

That train whistle blowin'

A-calling me to wander

But there comes a time in each man's life

When he must take a bride

Yes the man who was the boy

Begets the child that starts it over

That big unbroken circle

Rollin' 'cross the great divide

I feel a folk song comin' on

An old man by the fire

Loading up his pipe

Thinking back on the days of spring

When the plums were firm and ripe

Yes a long and happy life

Full of wine women and song

I feel a folk song comin' on

So very many miles

Since this train first left the station

The rolling hills and the lumber mills

And the folks all down the line

Now we've reached our journey's end

I don't know and won't pretend to know

What's waiting round the bend my friend

Your guess is good as mine

I feel a folk song comin' on