wind in the willows

As i went walking one morning in spring
I met with some travellers on an old country lane
one was an old man, the second a maid
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said
So I asked them to tell me their name and their race
So I could remember each smile on their face
Our names, they mean nothing...
They change throughout time
So come sit beside us and share in our wine

With the wind in the willows, the birds in the sky
There's a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie
We have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine
To share on our journey with all of mankind

So I sat down beside them with flowers all around
We eat from a mantle spread out on the ground
They told me of prophets and peoples and kings
And all of the one God that knows everything
We're travelling to Glaston over England's green lanes
To hear of men's troubles, to hear of their pains
We travel the wide world over land and the sea
To tell all the people how they can be free

So sadly I left them on that old country lane
For I knew that I'd never see them again
one was an old mand, the second a maid
The third wa a young boy who smiled as he said