I'm a rambler; I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from my home
If you people don't like me
I can make out on my own
'Cause it's dark and it's raining
And the moon gives no light
And my pony can hardly travel
On this darkened road at night
You know, once I had a true love
Lord, her age was just sixteen
She was the flower of Belloton
And the rose of Aberdeen
But her parents did not like me
And now she feels much the same
If I'm written in your diary
Well, blot out my name
'Cause there's changes in the ocean
And there's changes in the sea
And there's changes in my own true love
But there ain't no change in me
