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Repent, Repent
The roads are dark and barren now.
Leaves are swept before the wind.
Crow caws perched on crooked bough,
Repent, repent, for you have sinned.
It won’t be long before the snow
lies cold and damp on frozen ground.
Soon the haystack and the hedgerow
white with winter’s ice are crowned.
I don’t know why I keep on going
when there is no way of knowing
where I’m headed or where I’ve been.
But I can’t stop. I won’t give in.
I could turn round, retrace my way
to towns I passed through yesterday.
Forward, backward, it’s all the same.
The only difference is the name.
Was this the year I swore I’d find
a home, and end my wandering ways?
A lover who is sweet and kind
to share my few remaining days?
Soon the time will come to stop
and lay my heavy burden down.
All my cares and woes I’ll drop
when I come to your home town.
