Lonely Traveler
My faded boots of leather are all worn down to their soles
My feet are sore from walking down this track
My body's aching, tired, and I am weary to my bones
Looking for someplace to drop my pack
I'm reaching through the darkness
Trying to find a hand to hold
Solitary in the stillness
I am just a lonely traveler on the road
I am just a lonely traveler on the road
I left my home to wander all these many years ago
I told myself I never would return
But the years and scars and miles and the dust of many roads
Left regrets and even harder lessons learned
I'm leaving tracks behind me
In the freshly fallen snow
Searching for a sanctuary
I am just a lonely traveler on the road
I am just a lonely traveler on the road
The houses' lights leave haloes in the darkness and the mist
No passerby abroad upon the street
Each door remains unanswered to the knocking of my fist
O brother won't you find a place for me
The clocks are striking midnight
I can hear the church bells toll
Their echoes in the darkness
Singing to this lonely traveler on the road
The clocks are striking midnight
I can hear the church bells toll
Their echoes in the darkness
Singing to this lonely traveler on the road
Singing to this lonely traveler on the road
My feet are sore from walking down this track
My body's aching, tired, and I am weary to my bones
Looking for someplace to drop my pack
I'm reaching through the darkness
Trying to find a hand to hold
Solitary in the stillness
I am just a lonely traveler on the road
I am just a lonely traveler on the road
I left my home to wander all these many years ago
I told myself I never would return
But the years and scars and miles and the dust of many roads
Left regrets and even harder lessons learned
I'm leaving tracks behind me
In the freshly fallen snow
Searching for a sanctuary
I am just a lonely traveler on the road
I am just a lonely traveler on the road
The houses' lights leave haloes in the darkness and the mist
No passerby abroad upon the street
Each door remains unanswered to the knocking of my fist
O brother won't you find a place for me
The clocks are striking midnight
I can hear the church bells toll
Their echoes in the darkness
Singing to this lonely traveler on the road
The clocks are striking midnight
I can hear the church bells toll
Their echoes in the darkness
Singing to this lonely traveler on the road
Singing to this lonely traveler on the road
Credits
Writer(s): David Alan Loving
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