Ralph McTell The Ferryman Lyrics:
Oh, the traveller moving on the land, behold I
give you, I give you the travelling man. And he's
very heavy laden with the questions in his burden.
Lo, and I give you the travelling man. He has
crossed the mountains, he has forded streams. He
has spent a long time surviving on his dreams.
Many times he's tried to lighten up his heavy
load. But his compromises fail him and he ends
back on the road.

Oh the traveller he is weary, the travelling man
he is tired. For the road is never ending in his
fear he has cried aloud for a saviour And in vain
for a teacher, someone to lighten up the load And
he's heard the sounds of war in a gentle shower of
rain And the whisperings of despair that he could
not explain. The reason for his journey, or the
reason it began Or was there any reason for the
travelling man.

At last he reached a river so beautiful and wide
But the current was so strong he could not reach
the other side And the weary travelling man looked
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for a ferryman strong enough to row against the
tide, And the ferryman was old but he moved the
boat so well, Or did the river move the boat? The
traveller could not tell. Said the ferryman,
"You're weary and the answers that you seek,
Are in the singing river, listen humbly it will
speak."

Oh, the traveller closed his eyes and he listened
and he heard Only the river murmuring and the
beating of his heart. Then he heard the river
laughing, and he heard the river crying And in it
was the beauty and the sadness of the world And he
heard the sounds of dying, but he heard the sounds
of birth And slowly his ears heard all the sounds
of earth. The sounds blended together and they
became a whole And the rhythm was his heartbeat to
the music his soul.

And the river had no beginning, as it flowed into
the sea And the seas filled the clouds and the
rains filled the streams And as slowly as the
sunrise, he opened up his eyes To find the
ferryman had gone, the boat moved gently on the
tide. And the river flowed within him, and with it
he was one And the seas moved around the earth,
and the earth around the sun. And the traveller
was the river, was the boat and ferryman, Was the
journey and the song that the singing river sang.
Lyrics: The Ferryman, Ralph McTell [end]