A not visible trail, not a trail. The Traveler is walking on it. He's experiencing it.
The Traveler is walking the trail of eternity, of infinity.
On a horse, in a wagon, through a forest, on a mountain, there he is.
He is.
He brings Truth wherever he goes
 
 
  The Traveler
  Chris De Burgh 1980
  In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon
  Shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool
  A horseman is coming, deathin his heart for a rendezvous
  And where the Traveler goes, nobody knows
  Where the Traveler goes nobody knows  A candle in the night, fear on any face when he goes inside
  "Maybe he's on the run"
  Get back to the bar. A stranger in town is a dangerous sight
  "Maybe he got a gun"
  "Bring a bottle of wine, landlord, I want to talk for a while"
  And where the traveler goes, a cold wind blows
  Where the Traveler goes, a cold wind blows  There is something in his eyes, something in his hands
  You can almost smell his revenge
  And whoever he is after, it will be disaster
  This man is gonna take him to the very end  Well, the landlord he trembled, staring at a face he had seen
  Somewhere before
  "You laid him in the ground"
  Suddenly remembered a killing, yes a murder many years before
  "T'was you who shot him dead"
  He said to a boy: "Saddle me the black, I'll meet you down below  There is something in his eyes, something in his hands
  I can almost smell his revenge
  And it's me he's after, it will be disaster
  This man is gonna take me to the very end"
  And they were never seen again
 
 
 
 
 
 
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