The author and composer are unclear: many people attribute it to Blackmore's Night, while Alan Bell says that he composed and wrote the lyrics, and others say it is an 18th century (Irish) folk tune.
LyricsAs I went a walking one morning in spring,
I met with some travellers on an old country lane.
One was an old man, the second a maid,
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said:
"With the wind in the willows
The birds in the sky
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 humankind."
So I sat down beside them with flowers all around.
We et from a mantle spread out on the ground.
They told me of prophets and peoples and kings,
And all of the one God who knows everything
So I asked them to tell me their name and their race,
So I could remember their kindness and grace.
"Our names, they mean nothing, they change throughout time
So come sit beside us and share in our wine"
Alternative 3rd verse:
I asked them to tell me their name and their place
That I might remember their kindness and grace
My name is Joseph, this is Mary, my wife
And this is our young son, who is our delight
"We're travelling to Glaston over England's green lanes
To hear of folk's troubles to hear of their pains
We travel the wide world over land and the sea
To tell all the people how they can be free."
So sadly I left them on that old country lane
For I knew that I'd never see them again
One was an old man the second a maid
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said ..