On my way home
Appeared a stranger
We were both alone
Wandering travellers

We sat under the tree
And had some bread
Talking wild and free
An amusing chat

I told him of my stories
Of love, hate and guilt
But I saw Lord's glory
I'll soon leave this field

The odd man chuckled
Called me naive and dull
Said my faith was the shackle
And drilled nonsense to...