Letras
Gather my clothes from the bottom drawer
Hang my fiddle up on the wall
Play the mandolin in the mandolin breeze
Take my jacket from the bedroom door
And hang it out in the hall
Tomorrow they're moving me to Providence, please
We've always walked in circles, destinations never change
I've known this place for ages, but I just can't recall its name
Dear old friend, let's not pretend
What's left of our youth is gone
And vanished away like a winter in May
My dear friend, good things will end
I guess we better say so long
It's many a stage we've sang and played
We've always played in circles that seldom ever change
I've known this tune for ages, but I just can't recall its name
We've always talked in circles, conversations never change
I've known you for ages, but I just can't recall your name