The Traveller - Allan Taylor/Chris Jones/Frank Fiedler/Dirko Juchem

Lyrics by：Allan Taylor

Composed by：Allan Taylor

On the first day of the journey

The traveller was prepared

And words of consolation were never heard

He didn't know where he was going just a poem

In his mind

And all the things he valued he left behind

Running for the money

Running for the fame

Lost where he was going

And forget his name

The promised land was waiting his vision

Led him on

But only promises were waiting for the rest

Had gone

So he asked a band of travellers

Who turned the other way

And left him in the wilderness to face the day

Running for the money

Running for the fame

Lost where he was going

And forget his name

He wandered through the desert

Where the land lay in waste

He was guided by the blinding sun which

Burned his face

So he took to the mountains where the air

Was fresh and clear

And the cold wind chilled his body and

His death was near

Running for the money

Running for the fame

Lost where he was going

And forget his name

So the traveller came home again an old

And feeble man

There was no one there to greet him everyone

Had gone

No one left to listen no one left to hear

And everything had turned to dust and the earth

Was bare

Running for the money

Running for the fame

Lost where he was going

And forget his name

Running for the money

Running for the fame

Lost where he was going

Forget his name