The pilgrim's heart is lifted up, as he spurs his horse along. He will contemplate his destiny, and pass the time in song. And it's many the long and winding path he has travelled on this day, On his pilgrimage to Canterbury along the pilgrim's way. On his pilgrimage to Canterbury along the pilgrim's way
He has quenched his thirst at the Tabard Inn and blessed his journey's start, And showers sweet have bathed his feet, likewise refreshed his heart. And there's many a bend at journey's end he'll be glad to greet this day, On his pilgrimage to Canterbury along the pilgrim's way. On his pilgrimage to Canterbury along the pilgrim's way
The motorcycle comes to rest and the rider wipes his brow. He will photograph the land around, for the fields are golden now. Still lovely is this part of Kent, on a hot midsummer's day, And he'll think about the ones who went along the pilgrim's way. And he'll think about the ones who went along the pilgrim's way.