Heather Dale - The Road to Santiago

楽器が少ないと思わず歌詞に耳を傾けてしまいます。
「そうだよね～　結局何をやっても同じだろうな・・」と頭で思っても中々想像の域を超えて受け入れられないものです。
そういうことを理解するために歩く人も多いんだろうな～とこの歌を聴くたびに思います。


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A townsman's life is even, like the dust upon the road;
Not changing with the seasons — just fortune's fickle load.
But sitting on my step and bending hide and thread to task,
I saw the first man walking,I saw the first man walking,
I saw the first of many walking past.
In ones and twos they traveled; the first hints of the wave.
With hat and stick and scallop they would go to see the grave
Of the Saint who'd lived among us, a town he'd come to save
As he walked along the road to Santiago.

With pennies in their pockets and blisters on their feet,
They'd come within their weariness, the humble and the meek,
For while a day could bring them wages, these months would bring release
From the road that they were walking,This road that they were walking,
This road that led them forth in their belief.
Soon the trickle was a torrent; then the torrent was a flood.
And like Noah, how they laughed amid the gadflies and the mud.
Oh, I wondered what they shared that made such disparate men beloved
As they walked along the road to Santiago?

One had come from Germany, and one from here in Spain
And one from near the Bosporus where Constantine had reigned.
From every land they ventured forth, then ventured home again,
And found a road worth walking,They found this road worth walking,
For all agreed their roads were much the same.
And so I laid my work aside — the day's long toils would keep,
For, what was said "A man must sow if he intends to reap"?
So with a laugh I set to putting blisters on my feet
As I joined them on the road to Santiago.