Roger Whittaker Follow

It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or somethin' that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walkin'

It's just knowin' that the world will not be cursin' or forgivin'
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my memory

I dip my cup of soup back from the
Gurglin', cracklin' cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughenin' coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face

Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you're wavin' from the back roads by the rivers in my memory
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind

Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind
Ever smilin', ever gentle on my mind

It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag