Leslie Fish - Wanderer lyrics

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