I am a traveler… a wandering one…
With my back toward whence I came
I see the road ahead the hills beyond
But I will not ask their name
A place I have not seen
Will keep calling me
Till I lie beneath the sky it lends me
And with grace I’ll stay
Then move on my way
My soul in wistful wending

I looked into the face
Of one who came
From the place where I was bound
We shared the travelers dream
With freest hearts
But a traveler ne’er turns ‘round
So our paths did cross
But alone we walked
A love story to each other lending
A lover’s sigh was heard
But to a traveler
Even love’s a wistful wending

The ones who keep the fires
And open doors
Who give shelter on my way
Will be the memories
That I recall
When it’s home and hearth I crave
But when the wind I hear
Whispers in my ear
A tune that someplace else is lending
Then my voice I’ll raise
And sing on my way
A song of wistful wending

Bridge:
Tho’ you may return
If it’s just to learn
Those you’ve left behind have traveled too
And though not as far
It was just as hard
As the road has been for you

I am a traveler…