As I was a walking one morning in spring
I met with some travellers on an old country lane
One was an old man the second a maid
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said
CHORUS
With the wind in the willows and the birds in the sky
There's a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie
We have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine
To share on our journey with all of mankind
So I asked them to tell me their names and their race
That I might remember their kindness and grace
My name it is Joseph this is Mary my wife
And this is our young son who is our dear life
CHORUS
So I sat down beside them with the gay flowers around
We ate from our mantle spread out on the ground
They told me of people of prophets and kings
And all of the one god who knew everything
CHORUS
We are travelling to Glaston down Englands green lanes
To hear of mens troubles to hear of mens pains
We travel the wide world over land over sea
To tell all the people how they can be free
CHORUS
So sadly I left them on that old country lane
I know that I never shall see them again
One was an old man the second a maid
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said
I met with some travellers on an old country lane
One was an old man the second a maid
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said
CHORUS
With the wind in the willows and the birds in the sky
There's a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie
We have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine
To share on our journey with all of mankind
So I asked them to tell me their names and their race
That I might remember their kindness and grace
My name it is Joseph this is Mary my wife
And this is our young son who is our dear life
CHORUS
So I sat down beside them with the gay flowers around
We ate from our mantle spread out on the ground
They told me of people of prophets and kings
And all of the one god who knew everything
CHORUS
We are travelling to Glaston down Englands green lanes
To hear of mens troubles to hear of mens pains
We travel the wide world over land over sea
To tell all the people how they can be free
CHORUS
So sadly I left them on that old country lane
I know that I never shall see them again
One was an old man the second a maid
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said