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As I went a walking

One morning in spring

I met with some travelers

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



"With the wind in the willows

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 name and their race

So I could remember each smile on their face

"Our name, they mean nothing...

They change throughout time

So come sit beside us and share in our wine"



So I sat down beside them

With flowers all around

We et from a mantle

Spread out on the ground

They told me of prophets

And peoples and kings

And all of the one god that knows everything

"We`re traveling to Glaston

Over England`s gren lanes

To hear of men`s troubles

To hear of their pains

We travel the wide world

Over land and the sea

To tell all the people

How they can be free..."



So sadly I left them

On that old country lane

For I knew that I`d never see them again

One was an old man

The second a maid

The third was a young boy who smiled as he said...

As I went a walking

One morning in spring

I met with some travelers

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



"With the wind in the willows

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 name and their race

So I could remember each smile on their face

"Our name, they mean nothing...

They change throughout time

So come sit beside us and share in our wine"



So I sat down beside them

With flowers all around

We et from a mantle

Spread out on the ground

They told me of prophets

And peoples and kings

And all of the one god that knows everything

"We`re traveling to Glaston

Over England`s gren lanes

To hear of men`s troubles

To hear of their pains

We travel the wide world

Over land and the sea

To tell all the people

How they can be free..."



So sadly I left them

On that old country lane

For I knew that I`d never see them again

One was an old man

The second a maid

The third was a young boy who smiled as he said...

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