The Traveller
Music by John Thorn
(Words by John Thorn & Chris Keogh)

Oo________________________

Oo________________________

Across hills and valleys the mist of the morning

Covers the country where we used to roam.

It carries the echoes of young children laughing

And folk far away who are singing of home.

Mothers are watching and waiting by windows

Like mothers and grandmothers did long ago.

They dream of the day when the family will gather

And songs will be sung and the whiskey will flow.

So fill up your glasses we'll talk till the morning

Sharing the tales of our glory till then.

Sing to me softly and tell me your story

Let's hope we travel the same way again.

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(SOP & ALT) Oo________________________

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(TEN & BASS) The city is crowded but nights still get lonely

(TEN & BASS) So far away from the places we knew

Oh, I miss the old days but when we're together

It feels like I'm home when I'm singing with you.

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So fill up your glasses we'll talk till the morning

Sharing the tales of our glory till then.

Sing to me softly and tell me your story

Let's hope we travel the same way again.

Let's hope we travel the same way again.