Travelling man
Bert Jansch Lyrics


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I'm a travelling man, a-moving
You name it I've been there
And night and day I strive to sell my wares
Got nothing I can show you
Nothing you can wear
But hang around a while and lend an ear

While travellin' on a freight-train
On the Rocky Island line
My young love said to me
My mother, she don't mind
And through twelve gates of the city
I came into my prime
I was singing songs of wild mountain thyme

Sing little birdie
From the greenwood side-o
Where the trees they do grow high
Come say hello
Summer is a-coming
And I'm standing on the shore
And where I'm bound

Oh Lord, I can't be sure
From the Arizona dustbowl
Out to Van Diemons land
To the North-West Passage snowbound
Where Lord Franklin made his stand
While high above I'm flying
With my guitar in my hand
Thinking about one tiny grain of sand

If anyone should ask me
If I be a rambling boy
The sporting life
I know I have enjoyed
Met a lady from Louisville
A-pleasing to my mind

She took my hand and said
Would you please be kind
And from the foggy dew I stumbled
Into a shady grove
Where the redbird sang his sweet song

He sang of careless love
And the bells of Rhymney rang out
And brought the people round




Saying welcome to your friendly travelling man
Welcome to your friendly travelling man

Overall Meaning

The song "Travelling Man" by Bert Jansch is a beautiful and poetic reflection of a life on-the-go. The lyrics describe a man who has traveled to many different places, selling his wares and singing songs along the way. Despite having nothing material to show for his travels, he invites listeners to hang around and listen to his tales. The second stanza takes the listener back in time to the man’s youth, on a freight train ride with his lover. They passed through a dozen gates, coming to their prime while singing "songs of wild mountain thyme".


In the third stanza, the man hears a little bird singing from the greenwood's side, indicating summer is coming but he is not sure where he is going. The fourth stanza takes the listener on a journey around the world, from the Arizona dustbowl to Van Diemens land in Australia, and even to the snowbound Northwest Passage. All the while, he is flying high and playing his guitar. In the fifth stanza, he reflects on his life and how much he has enjoyed the sporting life. He recalls a lady he met in Louisville, who asked him to be kind before stumbling into a shady grove where the redbird sang his sweet song of careless love. Finally, in the last stanza, the bells of Rhymney welcome the friendly travelling man.


Overall, the lyrics to “Travelling Man” reflect a life of endless travel, with the singer going from place to place, meeting people, and finding inspiration in nature and love. The song paints a vivid picture of someone who is always on the move, but who still finds joy in every new place he visits.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm a travelling man, a-moving
I lead a nomadic lifestyle, constantly on the move.


You name it I've been there
I have travelled widely, to all kinds of places around the world.


And night and day I strive to sell my wares
I work hard, constantly trying to sell what I have to offer.


Got nothing I can show you
I am not selling physical goods that I can display.


Nothing you can wear
My products are not things that you can wear or physically possess.


But hang around a while and lend an ear
Please stay awhile and listen to what I have to say.


While travellin' on a freight-train
During one of my travels on a freight train.


On the Rocky Island line
Located on the Rocky Island line.


My young love said to me
My lover said to me.


My mother, she don't mind
My mom has no problem with us being together.


And through twelve gates of the city
Through many obstacles or stages in life, represented by gates in a city.


I came into my prime
I reached a peak or prime in my life.


I was singing songs of wild mountain thyme
I sang songs that celebrate beauty in nature, specifically thyme that grows wildly in mountains.


Sing little birdie
A call to a bird to sing.


From the greenwood side-o
From the side or edge of a forest or woods.


Where the trees they do grow high
Where trees grow tall and mighty.


Come say hello
Please introduce yourself.


Summer is a-coming
Summer is almost here.


And I'm standing on the shore
I am standing on the shore of a body of water (physically or metaphorically).


And where I'm bound
And where I am destined to go.


Oh Lord, I can't be sure
I am uncertain of where I am going or what the future holds for me.


From the Arizona dustbowl
From the region in Arizona that was affected by intense dust storms in the 1930s.


Out to Van Diemons land
To the island of Tasmania.


To the North-West Passage snowbound
To the sea route that connects the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans through the Arctic.


Where Lord Franklin made his stand
Where Sir John Franklin made his final expedition to the Arctic in search of the Northwest Passage.


While high above I'm flying
While I am flying in an aircraft, way above the ground.


With my guitar in my hand
I have my guitar with me, wherever I go.


Thinking about one tiny grain of sand
I am contemplating life and the universe, and how insignificant we are in the grand scheme of things.


If anyone should ask me
If anyone inquires of me.


If I be a rambling boy
If I am a wanderer or vagrant.


The sporting life
Living life with pleasure and enjoyment.


I know I have enjoyed
I am certain that I have had a good time.


Met a lady from Louisville
I met a woman from Louisville, Kentucky.


A-pleasing to my mind
She was pleasing or attractive to me.


She took my hand and said
She held my hand and spoke to me.


Would you please be kind
Would you please be considerate or compassionate?


And from the foggy dew I stumbled
From a situation that was confusing or unclear, I stumbled upon...


Into a shady grove
Into a secluded area with trees and other vegetation that provide shade from the sun.


Where the redbird sang his sweet song
Where a beautiful red bird sang its sweet melody.


He sang of careless love
The bird sang about a love that was thoughtless or insincere.


And the bells of Rhymney rang out
The bells from Rhymney rang out in the distance.


And brought the people round
The bells drew people closer to listen or observe what was happening.


Saying welcome to your friendly travelling man
The people welcomed me, acknowledging that I am friendly and constantly on the move.


Welcome to your friendly travelling man
Welcome again, since I am constantly moving and eventually passing through many places.




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