I, A Stranger And Afraid, In A

And How Am I To Face The Odds Of Man's Bedevilment And God's? I, A Stranger And Afraid In A World I Never Made.

Look Not In My Eyes, For Fear They Mirror True The Sight I See, And There You Find Your Face Too Clear And Love It And Be Lost Like Me.

Ale, Man, Ale's The Stuff To Drink For Fellows Whom It Hurts To Think.

When The Journey's Over/there'll Be Time Enough To Sleep.

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black, And Lights Are Guttering Low: Square Your Shoulders, Lift Your Pack And Leave Your Friends And Go.