New London Chorale The Traveller
He walks along the roads of time,
through winterdays and summertime,
without a reason or a rhyme,
to reach his destination.
He walks along the roads of time,
through wintersnow and summertime,
through all the seasons of the year,
he makes his lonely way
to reach his destination.
And closer stil his time is near,
he feels no pain and shows no fear,
his close companion by his side,
he looks forever forward,
through eyes that cannot see.
A trav'ler with no journey's end,
no welcome waits around the bend,
through all the seasons of the year,
he makes his lonely way
to reach his destination.
And closer still his time is near,
he feels no pain and shows no fear,
his close companion by his side,
he looks forever forward,
through eyes that cannot see.
He walks along the roads of time,
through wintersnow and summertime,
through all the seasons of the year,
he makes his lonely way
to reach his destination.
