Guitar on His Back

No money he had, just guitar on his back he took to the roads as the evening turned black he said no goodbyes to all that he knew and never looked back to his love that was true his path followed rivers and fern covered hills and his eyes looked ahead over fields and mills he'll take his guitar and let songs pay his way and he'll look for his fortune what ever they say so he went through the valley and a town he did stay and sang for his supper for many a day but he could not forget of his love left behind and how true that she was and so loving and kind so back to the path climbed the fern covered hills to see if his love would be waiting there still and when he returned it was not as expected she'd found a new love, and now felt rejected so with no money he had, took guitar on his back and took to the roads but his confidence lacked no one goodbyes and nothing left that he owned but kept looking back to his love , to the love, she once shown.