Nana Mouskouri

On my way to town
Got my money in my secret pocket
On my way to town
Until I get there I won't turn around
I'm dropping pebbles in my tracks
I will not get lost when I come back
On my way to town
Got my lunch tucked in another pocket
On my way to town
And I will only stop to wash it down
Cool water is good enough
Can't waste my gold on finer stuff
Got to keep your mind on the maps
Feet on the ground and eyes on the traps
Jewels that shine and the pleasures that blind
And ties that bind and you're left behind
I know this road
I was on it a long time ago
I know this road
And I know every mind that could explode
You got to keep walking on through the rain
Trees that shelther fall and bring you pain
And when I get to town
I will go straight to the market
When I get to town
I will do my best until the sun goes down
And come the end of day
I'll look for the stones I dropped along the way