Andreas Vollenweider Pilgrim
You set me free
Under my fathers tree
Gently lifted all my shadows
Here where I stand
With only a handful of you
Weighing less than a sparrow
Yet more than my life
First of my days
You sent me off on to this journey
To become a pilgrim on the path of love
You will be the mountains I will climb
You will be the rivers I will cross
I will be the voice to tell your tale
You will be the beggar I will feed
You will be the dragon I will calm
And I will be the voice to tell your tale
And I shall not bе sad…
In the garden of hope
Far from songs of pridе and victory
You kept a place
For the simple melodies
Broken, the wings
Shattered, the dreams
And still you're walking strong
You've always been
The pilgrim on the path of love
You will be the desert I will cross
You will be the storm that I will ride
I will be the voice to tell your tale
You will be the rivers I will cross
You will be the mountains I will climb
I will be the voice to tell your tale
You will be the words that I will find
You will be the strength to still be kind
And I shall not be sad…
