[ comforting stranger ]

I took me my walking shoes
And made for the road,
And as we were leaving
The air turned cold.
Just the starlight and you
And a stone in my shoe a
And then suddenly there was this stranger
The Comforting Stranger is still on the road

He walks me down my life-long street
And fills my empty spoon
Beside the greenest fields
He lays me down
He leads me by still waters
And revives my hungry soul.
If you see His lamp approaching
You will know
He’s still on the road

We told Him our sorrows
The loss of a friend
The Cross and the traitor
The bitter end
Just the starlight and you
And a stone in my shoe a
And then suddenly there was this stranger
The Comforting Stranger is still on the road

Bread on the table
The wood on the fire
Three firelight shadows
Flickering higher
Just the starlight and you
And a stone in my shoe a
And then suddenly there was this stranger
The Comforting Stranger is still on the road

The wine in the firelight
Turned richer red
‘This wine is my blood’ He said
‘My body this bread.’
Like a voice that is caught
By the wind, He was gone
And then suddenly I knew the Stranger
The Comforting Stranger is still on the road.