Lone Pilgrim - Tom Jones

I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay

And patiently stood by his tomb

When in a low whisper I heard something say

How sweetly I sleep here alone

The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar

And gathering storms may arise

But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul

The tears are all wiped from my eyes

The call of my master compelled me from home

No kindred or relative nigh

I met the contagion and sank to the tomb

My soul flew to mansions on high

Go tell my companion and children most dear

To weep not for me, now I’m gone

The same hand that led me through seas most severe

Has kindly assisted me home