I met with some travelers
The third was a young boy
With the wind in the willows
There′s a bright sun to warm us
So I sat down beside them
whith the flowers all around
With the wind in the willows
There's a bright sun to warm us
So I asked them to tell me
their names and their race
their kindness and grace.
And this is our young son,
With the wind in the willows
There′s a bright sun to warm us
We travel the wild world,
With the wind in the willows
There's a bright sun to warm us