To where have I not traveled yet
In warmer, or colder climes
Destinations which I am set
To go in forthcoming times
And walk their roads under the sun
That shines and scorches on all
Or a shower of rain begun
I shall refuge seek from the squall.
This world unseen to open eyes
Shall be seen in times to come
Unveiled to the walkers surprise
Its much the same as where he's from
For man is man and hills are but
Hills, though some are great and more small
Some steep, so steep, so hard to climb
And others are not so at all.
And people are but people, deep within
Of different tongues, each speak
Men are but bone covered by skin
We find it so if so we seek.
We want to others understand
Their customs, music to have known
The only lesson we will learn
Theirs it is the same as our own.
All men both they laugh and they cry
Their sounds they are the very same
The language of all, it is why
A baby speaks the first that came
To help mankind communicate
The last sounds of old Babylon
Tongue; confused by God so irate
At mankind's arrogance upon
Which he said no more could they try
One tongue to speak, or Heaven to
Try to climb, and the Knowledge by
Which they built their Tower and rue
Through confused tongues evermore
Walk each others lands, try to talk:
Fools such as I on foreign shore
Among other nations lands walk
To understand and marvel at
What is the same outside my door
When I the tourist realize that
Ill never travel anymore.
And I shall lie, and old old man
And rest on pillow my aged head
Draw my breath as long as I can
After which the wanderers dead.
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