Saint John the traveller
a man of many miles
look ahead and see the signs
in every foot print he's left behind.
Blind are the mindless
who fail to walk with me.
Throw your hands to the wind
close your eyes and see
all that brings a starry night
all that sets you free.
Look to the mountain
below the burning sky
raise your arms and whisper
the words of elder sons.
Raise your arms a whisper
save the tears you cry
save them for the starry night
remember everyday gone by.
Only now the moon light travels
as it shines to light a foot print mile
stand beside the ancient river
raise your arms and whisper
if only for a while.
Here comes Saint John the traveller
a man of many miles.
Throw your hands into the wind
below the burning sky
close your eyes and whisper
and save every tear you cry.
Here comes Saint John the traveller
Stand inside the ancient river
to save every tear you've cried.
Here comes Saint John the traveller
a man of many miles.
Close your eyes and whisper
if only for a while
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem