where the soles of my shoes be worn
when my days on this earth are done
where the miles out of  the trod with the song to link be enough to have warm and thing
where the soles of my shoes be worn
where the strings in my hands be gone
when my days have come to island
where the seeds out of the sole in the fileds have been
live and stay of the sole on my skin
where the strings in my hands be gone
it gonna be old dust on my boots
for its feed warm lay to run
not gonna let its hands grow cold
when they so much to be done
where the sound of my voice be weak
when my days have all been spent
where the words that i gave  have been given it away to be saving the dare man to say
where the sound of my voice be weak
it gonna be old dust on my boots
for its feed warm lay to run
not gonna its hands grow cold
when there so much to be gone
i've got give your love always
for a soon tomorrow comes
and it's maybe for i go
this boots for me to run
this boots for me to run
before the same song
for so much to be done
where the soles of my shoes be worn
when my days on this earth are done
where the miles out of  the trod with the song to link be enough to have warm and thing
where the soles of my shoes be worn
it gonna be old dust on my boots
for its feed warm lay to run
not gonna its hands grow cold
when there so much to be gone
i've got give your love always for a soon tomorrow comes
and it's maybe for i go setting song oh