The Stranger - Allan Taylor/Chris Jones/Martin Huch/Beo Brockhausen/Siard De Jong/Hans_joerg Maucksch

A stranger came in from the night

And he stood as if lost in a dream

His smile was as sad as a true love denied

And his voice was a song in the wind

I have travelled for many a mile

And my journey I cannot delay

But I must rest for a while for I'm weary and cold

And tomorrow I'll be on my way

Give me fire to keep out the cold

Close the shutters and make fast the door

Give me food for the night and a candle for light

And I will make up my bed on the floor

I have nothing to give for my keep

And your favours I cannot repay

But a gift is not measured in sliver and gold

It's a memory that's treasured each day

The stranger arose with the dawn

And he shouldered his travelling load

Without making a sound he took one look around

And the stranger he took to the road

When the cold wind howls in the night

And the rain beats hard on the door

A voice in the wind seems to echo again

And the stranger is travelling once more