Tinker’s Rhapsody – Richard Thompson

Oh, early on a Summer’s morning
I’m scratching, I’m yawning
Early on a Summer’s morning
At the break of the day
Dry leaves caress me
The warm breezes bless me
And the songbirds confess me
At the break of the day

Now I wish that old river
Could wash me forever
Wash all the miles and
The bad times away

Oh, early on a Summer’s morning
I’m scratching, I’m yawning
Early on a Summer’s morning
At the break of the day

Oh, the farmer’s wife she knows me
She feeds me she clothes me
Feeds me on eggs and barley
At the break of the day
And I’ll dine like a king sir
On what nature brings sir
It’s a good life for a tinker
On a fine Summer’s day

Now I wish that old river
Could wash me forever
Wash all the miles and
The bad times away

Oh, early on a Summer’s morning
I’m scratching, I’m yawning
Early on a Summer’s morning
At the break of the day

Oh, the Winter time it is tough now
And the living is rough now
The firewood is rotten
And I shiver all day
Oh, nothing in life can beat
A June morning so sweet
All hardships are forgotten
On a fine Summer’s day

Now I wish that old river
Could wash me forever
Wash all the miles and
The bad times away

Oh, early on a Summer’s morning
I’m scratching, I’m yawning
Early on a Summer’s morning
At the break of the day
Dry leaves caress me
The warm breezes bless me
And the songbirds confess me
At the break of the day