Henry

He told me a story about a long long way to go
It was an endless conversation when all I said was hello
But all through the night he spoke to me expounding his philosophy
He said the only truth is in a travelling song
One for the road to tap your foot along
He said we have a long long way to go so it's good, feels so good
When you sing sing a song
Cause travelling along just a-singing a song is a mighty fine way to go
A mighty fine way to get you to the next town
Travelling along just a-singing a song is a mighty fine way to go
And when the tale was over and I knew him like a friend
I asked him if he had the time
I'd like to hear it all over again
But he turned away and without a word
Started walking down the road
Laughing, singing, talking to himself, and when I looked again
He was already gone.