I Will Be Gone - Pozo Seco Singers

作词：M. Merchant

作曲：M. Merchant

When the quiet evening comes

And the village softly lies

Twinkling in the shadow of the mountain

When the twilight's muffled drums

Play tattoos 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 plods along 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 chains

And I must be free

So fare-thee-well ye full contented fellow

No quiet life for me no home no family

Now and endlessly

I'll be gone