Travel On – The Ghost Of Paul Revere

Well she left her home, deep in the valley,
Where she lived so long ago.
Well they say she packed up west for California,
Seeking her fame and fortune and a heart of gold.

Well like some fool, you know that I did follow.
Across the rivers, down the winding roads.
Well she better go get wise before they find her,
Standing like a fool outside my door.

Like a river wears a stone,
This cold cuts to the bone.
It’s the only love I’ve ever known.
Don’t look for me when I’m gone,
For I’ll be traveling on,
And I’ll find my way all on my own.

Well I hear the wind calling out my name,
Over mountains, onto distant shores.
Well California, don’t you know, that I did love you so,
And you will never find a man like me again.

Like a river wears a stone,
This cold cuts to the bone.
It’s the only love I’ve ever known.
Don’t look for me when I’m gone,
For I’ll be traveling on,
And I’ll find my way all on my own.

Well I heard she left her home deep in the valley,
Where she lived so long ago.
Well they say she packed up west for California,
Seeking her fame and fortune and a heart of gold.

But like a river wears a stone,
This cold cuts to the bone.
It’s the only love I’ve ever known.
Don’t look for me when I’m gone,
For I’ll be traveling on,
And I’ll find my way all on my own.
Yeah I’ll find my way all on my own.
Well I’ll find my way all on my own.
Well I’ll find my way all on my own.