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The Stranger - Allan Taylor/Chris Jones/Martin Huch/Beo Brockhausen/Siard De Jong/Hans_joerg Maucksch
A stranger came in from the night
And he stood as if lost in a dream
His smile was as sad as a true love denied
And his voice was a song in the wind
I have travelled for many a mile
And my journey I cannot delay
But I must rest for a while for I'm weary and cold
And tomorrow I'll be on my way
Give me fire to keep out the cold
Close the shutters and make fast the door
Give me food for the night and a candle for light
And I will make up my bed on the floor
I have nothing to give for my keep
And your favours I cannot repay
But a gift is not measured in sliver and gold
It's a memory that's treasured each day
The stranger arose with the dawn
And he shouldered his travelling load
Without making a sound he took one look around
And the stranger he took to the road
When the cold wind howls in the night
And the rain beats hard on the door
A voice in the wind seems to echo again
And the stranger is travelling once more
