I met a traveller on the road, Chin in hand............a heavy load........ He sat before me.........on a grave A man in thoughtful......of the brave! And slowly passing, by his side I felt him crying, for those who died And looking down. I saw his name Him, my father, was his name Stepping on, a crocked stye....... I overlooked the bluest sky............ Auld men travel down the roads Each burden him..............A heavy load.
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 6:43 AM UTC
I met a traveller on the road, Chin in hand............a heavy load........ He sat before me.........on a grave A man in thoughtful......of the brave! And slowly passing, by his side I felt him crying, for those who died And looking down. I saw his name Him, my father, was his name Stepping on, a crocked stye....... I overlooked the bluest sky............ Auld men travel down the roads Each burden him..............A heavy load.