On Monday morn as I went out, the wild birds for to see I met a man along the road and asked for charity I met a man along the road and asked for charity Come home with me and take your fill and comfort you shall find And tell me why you walk the road that leaves the hills behind And tell me why you walk the road that leaves the hills behind Oh time has spent the summer, sir, and soon the leaves will fall And I hear the change within the wind that plays around your walls (2x) For the bird must flee the winter, sir, she cannot stay behind To build her nest upon the snow, nor can I look for mine To build her nest upon the snow, nor can I look for mine But if I could have a hundred homes and dwell in each a while I'd build them all along the coast from Sandwood down to Kyle I'd build them all along the coast from Sandwood down to Kyle