Our Bus Rolls On

Our bus rolls on

To another town, a different song

And the audiences come along

To hear the music play

So together we can walk awhile

Bring your fiddle tune, dancing style

And we're ready for the weary mile

It's another day

Peggie on the bass with a smiling face

He loves the Breton way

Never more happy in the seaside air

With his sunburnt face, he plays

Simon picks such a cool guitar

From a California maker

He came along for the very first song

Original mover and shaker

Our bus rolls on

To another town, a different song

And the audiences come along

To hear the music play

So together we can walk awhile

Bring your fiddle tune, dancing style

And we're ready for the weary mile

It's another day

Ric's so hip, he's a fiddler fine

With beautiful instrumentals

He'll take you to Portmeirion

On the black-and-white TV rental

Gerry sits and keeps the pace

His way is time and groove

A giant of percussive sound

His hands are always on the move

While the bus rolls

I love strings, those kind of things

To write a song or two

I have no fear when my friends appear

It's all I want to do

The time it goes and comes around

Fifty years and counting

Here's to the band called family

And those blown off that mountain

Our bus rolls on

To another town, a different song

And the audiences come along

To hear the music play

So together we can walk awhile

Bring your fiddle tune, dancing style

And we're ready for the weary mile

It's another day