Paroles The Ferryman de Ralph McTell

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The Ferryman

Oh, the traveller moving on the land,
Behold I give you,
I give you the travelling man.
And he's very heavy laden,
With the questions in his burden.
Lo, and I give you the travelling man.
He has crossed the mountains,
He has forded streams.
He has spent a long time
Surviving on his dreams.
Many times he's tried to lighten up his heavy load.
But his compromises fail him
And he ends back on the road.

Oh the traveller he is weary,
The travelling man is tired.
For the road is never ending,
In his fear he has cried
Aloud for a saviour
And in vain for a preacher.
Some one to lighten up the load.
And he's heard the sounds of war
In a gentle shower of rain.
And the whisperings of despair
That he could not explain.
The treason for his journey,
Or the reason it began.
Or was there any reason
For the travelling man.

At last he reached a river
So beautiful and wide.
But the current was so strong
He could not reach the other side.
And the weary travelling man
Looked for the ferryman.
Strong enough to row against the tide.
And the ferryman was old
But he moved the boat so well.
Or did the river move the boat ?
The traveller could not tell.
Said the ferryman, "You're weary
And the answers that you seek,
Are in the singing river,
Listen, humbly it will speak.

Oh, the traveller closed his eyes
And he listened and he heard.
Only the river murmuring
And the beating of his heart.
Then he heard the river laughing,
And he heard the river crying.
And in it was the beauty and the sadness of the world.
And he heard the sounds of dying,
But he heard the sounds of birth.
And slowly his ears heard
All the sounds of earth.
The sounds blended together
And they became a whole.
And the rhythm was his heartbeat
And the music his soul.

And the river had no beginning,
As it flowed into the sea.
And the seas filled the clouds
And the rains filled the streams.
And as slowly as the sunrise,
He opened up his eyes.
To find the ferryman had gone.
The boat moved gently on the tide.
And the river flowed within him,
And with it he was one.
And the seas moved around the earth,
And the earth around the sun.
And the traveller was the river,
Was the boat and ferryman,
Was the journey and the song
That the singing river sang.

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