Vagabond

Dunno a heap about the what an' why,

Can't say's I ever knowed.

Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky,

Earth's jest a dusty road.

Dunno the names o' thigs, nor what they are,

Can't say's I ever will.

Dunno about God - he's jest the noddin' star

Atop the windy hill.

Dunno about Life - it's jest a tramp alone,

From wakin'-time to doss.

Dunno about Death - it's jest a quiet stone

All over-grey wi' moss.

An' why I live, an' why the old world spins,

Are things I never knowed.

My mark's the gypsy fires, the lonely inns,

An' jest the dusty road.