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(F6)I
am your (G)noble
(C)savage,
but to (F6)me
I (G)am
a (C)man.
The (F6)father
(G)of
my (C)sons,
the (F6)servant
(G*)of
my (C)wo(Amin)-ma(Amin/G)(Fmin7)(Emin)(F)-an.
La,
la, (G*)la,
la, la,
(C)la.
And I have made my bow, I take only what I need.
I am the maker of fire, and the planter of seed.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
And I have learned an order in things, and I teach my children.
For each seed a star, for each son a generation.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
I have no time for freedom, barefoot I run in forest leaves.
There is pain in birth, but for the dead I do not grieve.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
I have cut marks on my body, there is beauty in pain.
And a sadness in joy, like death and the sunset.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
I am the willing heathen, I worship everything.
I will add new words to my language and write them on the wind.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
I am the maker of music, and the reader of the heavens.
I am the worker of magic, and the fearer of storms.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
I am the writer in sand. I am the first and last man.
And if I could read the future, I would ask you not to come.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
© Ralph McTell, All Rights Reserved
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