Ears will hear them sing,
Names gracefully ring,
Far places, the over-thrown traces,
and stray away.
Farther on we go,
More beggars with bowls,
Small vessels to hold the whole world
of the strayed away.
Letters home frome here
tell fortune and cheer,
How can they believe it
frome someone who has strayed away?
Strangers by the door
camp-tired and sore,
Come counting on kindness
for those who have strayed away.
Every mile you roam,
Ten thousand from home,
Long reasons for grieving,
Believing you've strayed away.
