A Traveller’s Blessing

To all my lifelong enemies

May your vain pretenses shatter like tears

Upon some broken battleground

In some hollow year

May your scouts never discover

The places that I roam

May your arrows always be broken

And your clothes wet to the bone

And the rose of Sharon lays broken

And withered on the storm

And every sailor lies hoping

His boat will see the morn.

To all my fellow travellers

Upon this rocky path

May our feet always have boots on

And our ways never to part

May we always have air in our tires

May we always have gas in our tanks

May our bellies never grumble

And we always see fit to give thanks

And see the rose of Sharon lay broken

And withered on the storm

And how every sailor dies hoping

His boat will see the morn

To my friends gone on before me

Through that doleful veil

May your robes be soft and fragrant

And the fountain of your tears have failed

May your arms be open for me

And your hearts glad each one

Let every one of your voices

Proclaim the goodness of Heavens song

And how the rose of Sharon lies broken

And withered on the storm

And how every sailor dies hoping

His Boat will see the morn.

To all my fellow warriors

May your aim always be true

May you never have to hurt anyone

Who would not have tried to hurt you

May your sleep always be untroubled

May your laughter never be false

May you all die with your boots on

And may you never back the wrong horse

Or see the rose of Sharon lie broken

And withered on the storm

Or how every sailor dies hoping

His boat will see the morn.

Oh children of my children

Blood of my tainted blood

May you all guard your futures

By paying respect to the past

May you all grow up to be free

May you all live to be right

About the only question that matters

Before you fade into the night:

How the rose of Sharon lies broken

And withered on the storm

And how every sailor lays hoping

His boat will see the morn.

I stand here before you

Ive nothing Im trying to hide

Ive travelled across this old world

Both far and wide

Ive seen Asia’s jungles

Ive stood in the city’s shine

Ive sweltered on the prairie

And Ive drowned in honey and wine

And seen the rose of Sharon lay broken

And withered on the storm

And how every sailor dies hoping

His boat will see the morn.

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