| Song | Always the Traveller |
| Artist | Ian Gillan |
| Album | One Eye to Morocco |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gillan, Morris | |
| It's late in the season | |
| Leaves are falling down | |
| Autumn shades | |
| Of red and brown | |
| I heard you were leaving | |
| Mind if I go along | |
| I could hold your hand | |
| And sing you a song | |
| Always the traveller | |
| Adrift in the wind | |
| There's something about you | |
| That's drawing me in | |
| Maybe we'll make it | |
| Through to next year | |
| Go our own ways | |
| And I'll meet you back here | |
| Always the traveller | |
| Adrift in the wind | |
| There's something about you | |
| That's drawing me in | |
| Could I ever forget you | |
| Not for a while | |
| I'll be tasting your sweet, sweet lips | |
| Mile after mile |
| zuo qu : Gillan, Morris | |
| It' s late in the season | |
| Leaves are falling down | |
| Autumn shades | |
| Of red and brown | |
| I heard you were leaving | |
| Mind if I go along | |
| I could hold your hand | |
| And sing you a song | |
| Always the traveller | |
| Adrift in the wind | |
| There' s something about you | |
| That' s drawing me in | |
| Maybe we' ll make it | |
| Through to next year | |
| Go our own ways | |
| And I' ll meet you back here | |
| Always the traveller | |
| Adrift in the wind | |
| There' s something about you | |
| That' s drawing me in | |
| Could I ever forget you | |
| Not for a while | |
| I' ll be tasting your sweet, sweet lips | |
| Mile after mile |
| zuò qǔ : Gillan, Morris | |
| It' s late in the season | |
| Leaves are falling down | |
| Autumn shades | |
| Of red and brown | |
| I heard you were leaving | |
| Mind if I go along | |
| I could hold your hand | |
| And sing you a song | |
| Always the traveller | |
| Adrift in the wind | |
| There' s something about you | |
| That' s drawing me in | |
| Maybe we' ll make it | |
| Through to next year | |
| Go our own ways | |
| And I' ll meet you back here | |
| Always the traveller | |
| Adrift in the wind | |
| There' s something about you | |
| That' s drawing me in | |
| Could I ever forget you | |
| Not for a while | |
| I' ll be tasting your sweet, sweet lips | |
| Mile after mile |