Carry me on my way…o rambling road…for where you stride, is my abode. Whether brick on brick with sturdy, heated walls…or by a rain-sodden portico with scalloped edges…I go where you go and rest in your dwelling.
For my people have become your people and your family, mine.
A pegged tent driven hard by life’s rain or at the blue edge of wealth’s offering…I saunter side by side and hand in hand, together with you.
Carry me on my way…o rambling road, for where you rest, is my abode.
690 Saint Paul 