Lyrics: Richard Thompson. The Journeyman’s Grace.

Someone told me there?s a grace
That leads you straight from place to place
And you always leave the road behind you
You don?t need your horses shod
Just a dowser and his rod
Leave your mistress, she won?t need to find you

Oh please journeyman, help me on my way
Oh please, help me please, I won?t be afraid
Oh please journeyman, help me on my way
Oh please, help me please, I won?t be afraid

Lead my weary flesh and bone
To a circle made of stone
Take me to the mountains for my pleasure
And if the dead man won?t depart
Drive a stake into his heart
And let the air deliver him his measure

Oh please journeyman, help me on my way
Oh please, help me please, I won?t be afraid
Oh please journeyman, help me on my way
Oh please, help me please, I won?t be afraid

When you see your race is run
And the dark has just begun
Come on with the few and leave the many
There you?ll find the journeyman
With a lantern in his hand
He?ll show you a good time for a penny

Oh please journeyman, help me on my way
Oh please, help me please, I won?t be afraid
Oh please journeyman, help me on my way
Oh please, help me please, I won?t be afraid