Who is this who walks the roads that old man tall and gray
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 steps are 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
The old man knocking at the door asks if you'd be kind
Two crows in the sky
Circle close behind
Give him a cup of what you 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 then you can see
The courage wit and kindness, strength and honesty
Can weave the pattern round you
Better then 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
Or said from where he came
What comes after who can tell
Who earthly heaven, earthly hell
But did you treat him ill or will
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
You don't know who they are