|Oh, the traveller moving on the land, behold I give you, I give you the travelling man.
|And he's very heavy laden with the questions in his burden.
|Lo, and I give you the travelling man.
|He has crossed the mountains, he has forded streams.
|He has spent a long time surviving on his dreams.
|Many times he's tried to lighten up his heavy load.
|But his compromises fail him and he ends back on the road.
|Oh the traveller he is weary, the travelling man he is tired.
|For the road is never ending in his fear he has cried aloud for a saviour
|And in vain for a teacher, someone to lighten up the load
|And he's heard the sounds of war in a gentle shower of rain
|And the whisperings of despair that he could not explain.
|The reason for his journey, or the reason it began
|Or was there any reason for the travelling man.
|At last he reached a river so beautiful and wide
|But the current was so strong he could not reach the other side
|And the weary travelling man looked for a ferryman strong enough to row against the tide,
|And the ferryman was old but he moved the boat so well,
|Or did the river move the boat? The traveller could not tell.
|Said the ferryman, "You're weary and the answers that you seek,
|Are in the singing river, listen humbly it will speak."
|Oh, the traveller closed his eyes and he listened and he heard
|Only the river murmuring and the beating of his heart.
|Then he heard the river laughing, and he heard the river crying
|And in it was the beauty and the sadness of the world
|And he heard the sounds of dying, but he heard the sounds of birth
|And slowly his ears heard all the sounds of earth.
|The sounds blended together and they became a whole
|And the rhythm was his heartbeat to the music his soul.
|And the river had no beginning, as it flowed into the sea
|And the seas filled the clouds and the rains filled the streams
|And as slowly as the sunrise, he opened up his eyes
|To find the ferryman had gone, the boat moved gently on the tide.
|And the river flowed within him, and with it he was one
|And the seas moved around the earth, and the earth around the sun.
|And the traveller was the river, was the boat and ferryman,
|Was the journey and the song that the singing river sang.