Come now weary travellers,
From wherever you may roam,
We’ll get there when we get there,
And when we get there we’ll be home.
Just keep your feet a’walking,
Through the hail and sleet and snow.
And may the angels bless our journeys,
Wherever we may go.
One more day until tomorrow,
But the future starts today,
If we just keep on a’walking,
Oh, we’ll get somewhere someday.
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