Allan Taylor - The traveller

On the first day of the journey the ^Ftraveller was prepared And ^Cwords of consolation were ^Gnever heard He didn't know where he was going, just a ^Fpoem in his mind And ^Call the things he valued, he ^Gleft behind

^AmRunning for the ^Fmoney ^CRunning for the ^Gfame ^AmLost where he was ^Fgoing And for^Ggot his name ^{F C G}

The promised land was waiting, his ^Fvision led him on But only ^Cpromises were waiting, for the ^Grest had gone So he asked a band of travellers, who ^Fturned the other way And ^Cleft him in the wilderness to ^Gface the day

^AmRunning for the ^Fmoney ^CRunning for the ^Gfame ^AmLost where he was ^Fgoing And for^Ggot his name ^{F C G}

He wandered through the desert, where the ^Fland lay in waste He was ^Cguided by the blinding sun, which ^Gburned his face So he turned to the mountains, where the air was ^Ffresh and clear And the ^Ccold wind chilled his body, and his ^Gdeath was near

^AmRunning for the ^Fmoney ^CRunning for the ^Gfame ^AmLost where he was ^Fgoing And for^Ggot his name ^{F C G}

So the traveller came home again, an ^Fold and feeble man There was ^Cno one there to greet him, every^Gone had gone No one left to listen and no ^Fone left to hear And ^Ceverything had turned to dust, and the ^Gearth was bare

^AmRunning for the ^Fmoney ^CRunning for the ^Gfame ^AmLost where he was ^Fgoing And for^Ggot his name ^{F C G}

^AmRunning for the ^Fmoney ^CRunning for the ^Gfame ^AmLost where he was ^Fgoing And for^Ggot his name ^{F C G}