Текст песни Wanderer - Leslie Fish

Who is this who walks the road an old man tall and grey
One of his eyes is gone, the other looks far away
He's leaning on a walking stick
It's very long, it's very thick
His step is slow, his eye is quick
On this cold foggy day

Always be kind to travelers
Wandering near or far
Always be kind to travelers
You don't know who they are

Old man knocking at the door asks if you'll be kind
Two crows in the sky, circle close behind
Give him a cup of what you've got
Beer that's cold or coffee hot
A bowl of stew if you've a pot
Whatever you can find

Always be kind to travelers
Wandering near or far
Always be kind to travelers
You don't know who they are

Patterns always weaving, more than you can see
Your courage, wit, and kindness, strength, and honesty
Can weave a pattern round you, better than you know
Take the old man's blessing that he'll give before he'll go

Who was that gone down the road you never got his name
He never said where he's bound, nor said from whence the came
What comes after, who can tell
Be earthly heaven, earthly hell
But did you treat him ill or well
Then you will reap the same

Always be kind to travelers
Wandering near or far
Always be kind to travelers
You don't know who they are