Joe Robinson

‘How are you doing Joe Robinson?
Where are you going today?’
‘To the hills, to the mountains,
So far, far away.’

‘You’ll no hear from me.
No letters, no cards.
For my road is long
And is so very hard.’

‘I shall follow the sun
And go by the stars.
My mind is carefree.
I’ll fight no more wars.’

‘So I bid you good day sir,
For I am going away.
To the hills, to the mountains
So far, far away.’

1971, August