Allan Taylor - The stranger

A stranger came ^Emin from the ^Amnight And he stood as if ^Emlost in a ^Amdream His smile was as ^Dsad as a ^Amtrue love denied And his voice was a ^Emsong in the ^Amwind ^{Am Em Am}

I have travelled for ^Emmany a ^Ammile And my journey I ^Emcannot de^Amlay But I must rest for a ^Dwhile for I'm ^Amweary and cold And tomorrow I'll ^Embe on my ^Amway ^{Am Em Am}

Give me fire to ^Emkeep out the ^Amcold Close the shutters and ^Emmake fast the ^Amdoor Give me food for the ^Dnight and a ^Amcandle for light And I will make up my ^Embed on the ^Amfloor ^{Am Em Am}

I have nothing to ^Emgive for my ^Amkeep And your favours I ^Emcannot re^Ampay But a gift is not ^Dmeasured in ^Amsilver and gold It's a memory that's ^Emtreasured each ^Amday

The stranger a^Emrose with the ^Amdawn And he shouldered his ^Emtravelling ^Amload Without making a ^Dsound he took ^Amone look around And the stranger, he ^Emtook to the ^Amroad ^{Am Em Am}

When the cold wind ^Emhowls in the ^Amnight And the rain beats ^Emhard on the ^Amdoor A voice in the ^Dwind seems to ^Amecho again And the stranger is ^Emtravelling once ^Ammore ^{Am Em Am}