Road Song

We are the wonderers
We have no precious things
We carry only road songs
Our home is where we sing

We are the wanderers
Who priceless treasures know
Of road and bend and face of friend
Yet always weep for home

We are the wanderers
We bear our grief along
And every loss that rends the soul
Hallows space for song

And if we share one hearth awhile
And hand the chelys round
Our comforts all are multiplied
Our burdens broken down

Strength is there to take the road
Constancy to stay
The faithful One gives each a song
And all, and all is grace