Moving in silent desperation
Ke eping an eye on the Holy Land
A hypothetical destination
Sa y, who is this walking man?
Well, the leaves have come to turning
And the goose has gone to fly
And bri dges are for burning
So don 't you let that yearning
Pass you by
Walking man, walking man walks
Well, any other man stops and talks
But the walking man walks
Well the frost is on the pumpkin
And the hay is in the barn
An Pap py's come to rambling on
Stu mbling around drunk
Down on the farm
And the walking man walks
Doesn't know nothing at all
Any other man stops and talks
But the walking man walks on by
Walk on by
Most everybody's got seed to sow
It ain't always easy for a weed to grow, oh no
So he don't hoe the row for no one
Oh for sure he's always missing
And something is never quite right
Ah, but who would want to listen to you
Kis sing his existence good night
Walking man walk on by my door
Well, any other man stops and talks
But not the wal king man
He's the wal king man
Born to walk
Walk on wal king man
Well now, wou ld he have wings to fly
Wou ld he be free
Golden wings against the sky
Walking man, walk on by
So long, walking man, so long









































































