I have come to you as a traveler
In your town a stranger
A home, an abode
I have none
Nor for one do I hunger

I have come to you as a wanderer
Searching and seeking worlds yonder
A glimmer, a candle
I have neither
Nor do I need something so meager

A pauper, a beggar
You seek to shelter
To take me in
And feed me from within
all in hope you may some good attain
perhaps redeem some unwanted sin
Yet here with you I cannot stay any longer
Nor wait, nor linger
For what I seek on these long, dry roads
With no company, no passenger
is to meet my maker and his messenger

And so I am a traveler, a wanderer
To all in this world and its glorious wonder