Hey There St Christopher, a song

Hey there St. Christopher,
If you’re out there will you say a prayer
For a world wand’ring rambler like me?
Will you ask the Lord to smile down
On this road I’ve walked for miles now
Till I’ve seen all the green earth there is to see?

I’ve seen the sun set sinking over the Serengeti
I’ve watched the camels racing the sands of Dubai
I’ve seen the white ghost walking the trail to Michupichu
I’ve watched the wheat fields ripen under a prairie sky
On trains and planes and elephants, on rickshaws on the run,
They say a pilgrim’s work is never done, so...

Hey there St. Christopher,
If you’re out there will you say a prayer
For a world wand’ring rambler like me?
Will you ask the Lord to smile down
On this road I’ve walked for miles now
Till I’ve seen all the green earth there is to see?
I’ve miles to go before I sleep
And the open road is calling to me, so...
Hey there St. Christopher,
If you’re out there will you say a prayer
For a world wand’ring rambler while he roams
Will you ask the Lord to guide my feet
On these open roads and these city streets
Till I walk the final road that brings me home.

I’ve played with polar bears way up in Churchill, Manitoba
I’ve stood upon the sun-scorched slopes of Sinai
I’ve kissed the lucky herring in the Antarctic waters
I’ve found my winding way through the streets of Mumbai
In boats and cars and wheelbarrows, on camels in the sun,
They say a pilgrim’s work is never done, so ....

Hey there St. Christopher,
If you’re out there will you say a prayer
For a world wand’ring rambler like me?
Will you ask the Lord to smile down
On this road I’ve walked for miles now
Till I’ve seen all the green earth there is to see?
I’ve miles to go before I sleep
And the open road is calling to me, so...
Hey there St. Christopher,
If you’re out there will you say a prayer
For a world wand’ring rambler while he roams
Will you ask the Lord to guide my feet
On these open roads and these city streets
Till I walk the final road that brings me home.

I’ve seen the sunrise gleaming on the peak of Everest and
I’ve stood upon the banks of the bridge on the river Quai
I’ve heard the kookaburra singing in the old gum tree and
I’ve filled my lungs with the air of a rocky mountain high
In tractors, trucks and motor homes, from Ares Rock to the Yukon
They say a pilgrim’s work is never done, so...

I’ve miles to go before I sleep
And stories to tell and people to meet
And places to know and sights to see
I’ve miles to go before I sleep ... so!
Hey there St. Christopher,
If you’re out there will you say a prayer
For a world wand’ring rambler while he roams
Will you ask the Lord to guide my feet
On these open roads and these city streets
Till I walk the final road that brings me home.