The Traveller lyrics

On the first day of the journey

The traveller was prepared

Words of consolation were never heard

He didn't know where he was going

Just a poem in his mind

And all the things he valued, he left behind

Running for the money

Running for the fame

Lost where he was going

And forgot his name

The Promised Land was waiting

His vision led him on

But only promises were waiting

For the rest had gone

So he asked a band of travellers

Who turned the other way

And left him in the wilderness

To face the day

Running for the money

Running for the fame

Lost where he was going

And forgot his name

He wandered through the desert

Where the land lay in waste

He was guided by the blinding sun

Which burned his face

So he took to the mountains

Where the air was fresh and clear

And the cold wind chilled his body

And his death was near

Running for the money

Running for the fame

Lost where he was going

And forgot his name

So the traveller came home again

An old and feeble man

There was no one there to greet him

Everyone had gone

No one left to listen

No one left to hear

And everything had turned to dust

And the earth was bare

Running for the money

Running for the fame

Lost where he was going

And forgot his name

Running for the money

Running for the fame

Lost where he was going

And forgot his name

• Artist:Allan Taylor
• Album:The Traveller