I met you at an Irish church. You told me that you liked my name. I toured with you, you showed me all the things I would've seen but explained them in so many other ways.

I'm just a traveller, the roads I roam they must reach an end. No way of connection, I didn't know you long enough to be forever friends, oh no. I'm a traveller.

Hit the road, head held high. There's a mountain of reasons why I left them all behind. Drum roll for the last strike. It's not the place that I dislike but no one else will take the hike.

I'm just a traveller. The roads I roam, they must reach an end. No way of connection, I didn't know you long enough to be forever friends, oh no. I'm a traveller.

I'm just a traveller. The roads I roam, they must reach an end. No way of connection, I didn't know you long enough to be forever friends, oh no.

Well, I saw you at an Irish church, you smiled as I walked your way.