Travelling Man (Inland Waterways) © Arthur Marshall They say that every river winds somewhere to the sea And every wandering sailor craves the harbour’s lee And the sea goes on for ever until it breaks upon the sand But never again, never again, never again Will there be a place for the travelling man. We do not care for cities, the tarmac or the towns We love the moving water and the country all around But those who set the rules, do not understand And never again, never again, never again Will there be a place for the travelling man. They talk of bricks and mortar, of terrace or bungalows Neat suburban houses in neat suburban rows But there are no locks or bridges, no sense of where it all began And never again, never again, never again Will there be a place for the travelling man. They say there are rules to follow, but they always change the rules They say there are laws that bind them, but the law is a rich man’s tool They speak much of freedom, but there is no freedom in this land And never again, never again, never again Will there be a place for the travelling man. My thanks go to Arthur Marshall for permission to use these lyrics and video. Arthur's web-site can be found here. As Arthur says "This is one for all the liveaboards, the continuous cruisers and the stay-arounds whose lifestyle is threatened by those who only care for bricks and mortar, who need to know where you are at all times..."