"Wandering Pilgrim Soul" lyrics and music by Benjamin Newman / G - - - / - - D - / 1st / C G C D / I was an islander in the Southseas Who thought a few islands her world And I was a mariner, blown by the breeze Who crested the breakers as they crashed and curled / 1st / 4th / G - D Em - / C - D - / In wide-eyed amazement I watched from the strand As I beached my boat from some far-away land And, because I was both of them, I understand The wonder we're seeing unfurled... / G D C D / C - G D / G D Em C /[1. C - D - :/[2. C D G - / The lives I've lived have carried me far -- Such places I've seen, such people I've been -- I can hardly dare guess what new life may begin In the light of this falling star... How is a person made whole? In the meeting of hearts -- we're the sum of our parts -- And every new day is another new start For a wandering pilgrim soul I've been a pilgrim since time was begun And remember for many a year Though my memories fade into legends, not one Recalls anything like what we just saw appear A thing like a house falling out of the sky With a terrible light and a deafening cry My friend, you don't have to explain to me why You don't think that it's from around here! From this height I see the horizon stretched out 'Round the curve of the bay -- are there worlds far away? Can a pilgrim not hunger to see them someday? Isn't that what life's about? And so I've made it my goal: The smell of fresh air, a self I can share Who knows what adventures are waiting out there For a wandering pilgrim soul? / C - D - / Em - C - / G - D - / D - Em - / - - C - / - - D - / The sky-house has landed I see a creature step from the door A stranger stranded Grasping-handed Walking on two legs, not four And with only one body, not more! But now I can see soldiers hemming it 'round I would almost charge into the fray Not to miss this chance meeting I only just found Even knowing my selves may not all last the day Now, well you might ask if I'm out of my mind Though I notice you following not far behind I do feel as much kinship as with my own kind To these pilgrims from so far away Today I'm Wic, Kwik, Rac and Rum But selves come and go -- we change and we grow -- And set out in search of new people to know And new people to become And, as the centuries roll Though my selves be replaced, voice by voice, face by face Through them all runs one ribbon of yearning and grace -- A wandering pilgrim soul