The Song of the Pilgrims

Lyrics
Who would true valour see Let him come hither; One here will constant be Come wind, come weather There's no discouragement Shall make him once relent His first avowed intent To be a Pilgrim Who so beset him round With dismal stories Do but themselves confound His strength the more is No lion can him fright He'll with a giant fight But he will have a right To be a Pilgrim Hobgoblin, nor foul fiend Can daunt his spirit; He knows he at the end Shall life inherit Then fancies fly away He'll fear not what men say He'll labour night and day To be a pilgrim
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- Ralph Vaughan Williams
- John Bunyan