I met with some travelers The third was a young boy who smiled as he said
"With the wind in the willows There's a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie... We have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine To share on our journey with all of mankind."
So I asked them to tell me their name and their race So I could remember each smile on their face "Our names, they mean nothing... They change throughout time So come sit beside us and share in our wine"
So I sat down beside them And all of the one god that knows everything "We're traveling to Glaston Over England's green lanes To hear of men's troubles
For I knew that I'd never see them again The third was a young boy who smiled as he said... More from Blackmore's Night