Traveller's Curse - Ben Caplan

I have been libeled as a wanderer

This is not the case

I have a home, it’s just that

It’s an inconvenient place right now

«None is too many of that kind»

I overhear you say

You make some markings on the page

And stamp and seal my fate

I regret now to inform you

Who refuse to aid my plight

Bad luck will come to those who deny

The travelers their rights

Who can deny your moral right

To prosperity and order

You fell out of your mother

On the correct side of the border

And that mother fall

Gives you this power over me today

But there are forces in this world

That could make all that fall away

— In a second!

All of my pity upon you

All of my pity upon you

My luck can only get better

Yours is bound to be worse

Now I see it upon you

The Traveller’s Curse!

Don’t be misled and think this curse

Is mine to make or lift

You put it on yourself

It’s not my place to bend and sift

Your conscience and your character

Your luck is all your own

Good luck with that, I leave you now

But you’ll never be alone

All of my pity upon you

All of my pity upon you

My luck can only get better

Yours is bound to be worse

Now I see it upon you

The Traveller’s Curse!