Moving On

I met a little man who was walking to Africa

I'll be able to see it in a couple of days

and I caught a glimpse of Arthur Rimbaud's shadow

I met Jack Kerouac on the way

ch I'm moving on, I'm moving on, I'm moving on

so won't you listen to my song, won't you listen to my song

I'm moving on

I met Paul Verlaine on the banks of the Seine

and I listened to his melancholy saga

I saw Federico Lorca on his little black horse

on the way to Granada

ch I'm moving on, I'm moving on, I'm moving on

so won't you listen to my song, won't you listen to my song

I'm moving on

I met John Steinbeck east of Eden

and I saw Bob Dylan at the gates

and as I passed by Inisfree

I called in on W.B.Yeats

ch I'm moving on, I'm moving on, I'm moving on

so won't you listen to my song, won't you listen to my song

I'm moving on

I travelled a while with Don Quixote

Sancho and Rocinante

and I played my guitar in a dusty bar

somewhere near Alicante

ch I'm moving on, I'm moving on, I'm moving on

so won't you listen to my song, won't you listen to my song, won't you listen to my song

I'm moving on, I'm moving on