Breads and Fishes

As I went a walking one morning in spring,
I met with some travellers in an old country lane.
One was an old man, the second a maid,
The third was a young man who smiled as he said:
Chorus:

With the wind in the willows
And the birds in the sky
There's a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie
We have bread & fishes and a jug of red wine
To share on our journey with all of mankind
I sat down beside them with gay flowers around
And we ate from a mantle spread on the ground
They told me of peoples, and prophets and kings
And all of the one God who knew everything.

So I asked them to tell me their names and their race
That I may remember their kindness & grace
"My name it is Joseph, this is Mary my wife,
And this is our young son who is our dear life."

"We are travelling to Glaston through England's green lanes,
To hear of men's troubles, to hear of men's pains,
We travel the wide world o'er the lands and the seas
To tell all the people how they can be free."

So sadly I left them in that country lane,
I know that I never shall see them again
One was an old man, the second a maid,
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said: