On Monday morn, as I walked out, the wild birds swore to see.I met a man along the road and asked for charity.I met a man along the road and asked for charity.Come home with me and take your fill, and comfort you shall find.And tell me why you walk the road that leaves the hills behind.Oh, tell me why you walk the road that leaves the hills behind.Well, time has spent the summer sad, and soon the leaves will fall.I hear the change within the wind that plays around your walls.I hear the change within the wind that plays around your walls.For the bird must flee the winter sun.She cannot stay behind to build her nest upon the snow.Nor can I look for mine to build her nest upon the snow.Nor can I look for mine.But if I could have a hundred homes and dwell in each a while, I'd build them all alongthe coast from Sandwood down to Kyle.I'd build them all along the coast from Sandwood down to Kyle.I'd build them all along the coast from Sandwood down to Kyle.