wind in the willows

• wind in the willows
  as i went a walking
  one morning in spring
  i met with some travelers
  on an old country lane
  one was an old man
  the second a maid
  the third was a young boy who smiled as he said
  "with the wind in the willows
  the birds in the sky
  there's a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie...
  we have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine
  to share on our journey with all of mankind."
  so i asked them to tell me their name and their race
  so i could remember each smile on their face
  "our names, they mean nothing...
  they change throughout time
  so come sit beside us and share in our wine"
  so i sat down beside them
  with flowers all around
  we et from a mantle
  spread out on the ground
  they told me of prophets
  and peoples and kings
  and all of the one god that knows everything
  "we're traveling to glaston
  over england's green lanes
  to hear of men's troubles
  to hear of their pains
  we travel the wide world
  over land and the sea
  to tell all the people
  how they can be free..."
  so sadly i left them
  on that old country lane
  for i knew that i'd never see them again
  one was an old man
  the second a maid
  the third was a young boy who smiled as he said...