Fol-De-Rol
Johnny Flynn
Capo on 4th is played without fretting the high and hammeron on the string. (I am here) I am here to announce the journey (You are here) To call it blessed (We are here) We are here to return to our mother And journey west My mind is on the tracks my friend My trumpet’s blown its course And heaven forgive I’m headed west It’s the way of the sun and the source I’ve drummed from bounty’s brimming cup I’ve supped the luck I’m due And with timeliness and fire afoot’ Go ask my marching crew Go ask for John and ask for Krishna Ask for all the saints Wade me through the water mama Brush me with the paint (I am here) I am here to announce the journey (You are here) To call it blessed (We are here) We are here to return to our mother And journey west I’m none of all that’s made And yet I know it as myself For there’s a bright side of the moon That isn’t anything of wealth Until we know it as the sun Upon the void that we might sense Each time the tide begins to turn it up To push us off the fence of cruel indifference Apathetic in the closets of our souls With locks to open Molds to break All with the key of fol-de-rol (I am here) I am here to announce the journey (You are here) To call it blessed (We are here) We are here to return to our mother And journey west I’m heading west it’s just a song I’m heading west it’s only life I’m heading west it’s what’s not wrong I’m heading west it’s only right I’m heading west it’s just a song I’m heading west it’s only life I’m heading west it’s what’s not wrong I’m heading west it’s only right (I am here) I am here to announce the journey (You are here) To call it blessed (We are here) We are here to return to our mother And journey west