the journeyman's grace
fairport convention
someone told me there's a grace that leads you straight from place to place
and you always leave the road behind you
you don't need your horses shod
just a dowser and his rod
she won't need to find you
leave my weary flesh and bone to a circle made of stone
take me to the mountains for my pleasure
and if the dead man won't depart
drive a stake into his heart
and let me ere deliver him his leisure
when you see the race is run and the dark has just begun
come on with the few and leave the many
there you'll find the journeyman with a lantern in his hand
he'll show you a good time for a penny