We don't all die young to save our sparkFrom the ravages of timeBut the first and last to leave their markSomeday become the traveling kindIn the wind are names of poets pastSome were friends of yours and mineAnd to those unsung, we lift our glassMay their songs become the traveling kindWe were born to brave this tilted worldWith our hearts laid on the lineBe it way-crossed boy or red dirt girlThe song becomes the traveling kindThere are mountains worth their weight in goldMere mortals dare not climbCome ye tipsy, sainted, sinners bothAnd claim them for the traveling kindWhen the music slowly starts to fadeInto the light's last soft declineLet us lie down in that evening shadeAnd rest among the traveling kindAnd the song goes on for the traveling kind
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Emmylou Harris (Birmingham, Alabama, 2 de abril de 1947) es una cantautora de country estadounidense. Además de su trabajo como solista y componente de algunas bandas, en las que cantaba tanto canciones de otros compositores como suyas propias, también ha…
