Melodic stanzas are symphonizing their way through your weary head To feed your distrust And fill it's mouth with the desire to soulfully be one with
Traduction: The Gathering. Voyage.
: Melodic stanzas are symphonizing their way through your weary head To feed your distrust And fill it's mouth with the desire to soulfully be one with
my big black boots. Living off the earth eating herbs and fruits. The children await me by the mountain in the river. and gather round the fire for the
complaint so sue me I say f--- the naysayers and keep goin gotta do what I gotta do to get the people glowin' so let everybody gather, the more the better I represent the traveler
There were thousands of days as we traveled down North Road, and I remember my uncle on his last day, and how I would kill to shake his hand again.
(Rita MacNeil) Weary the travellers that carry the Babe Long is the journey the wise men will make While out through the darkness there shines a bright
I am a lone, wayfaring stranger Traveling through this town of woe There are no sins, no fear of danger In that bright land to which I go I'm going home
(unknown) Beyond the temple there lies a tomb with a king from long ago A traveler from a distant planet Ten thousand years or so The legend tells
I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling thru this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright world yo which I go I'm going
winter night hidden by the stormy light A battle rages for the right for what will become In the valley of the damned a warrior with sword in hand Travels
them from stones Chosen specially for you and I Who will live inside The mountaineers gathered timber piled high In which to take along Travelling many
