Just went on his way
Traveler, poor and singing
On every road, in every place
He talks only about the Good Lord
He talks only about the Good Lord
In the days when John Lackland
Was king of England
Just went on his way
Traveler, poor and singing
On every road, in every place
He talks only about the Good Lord
He talks only about the Good Lord
Some days a heretic
Leads him through brambles
But our Father Dominic
Just went on his way
Traveler, poor and singing
On every road, in every place
He talks only about the Good Lord
He talks only about the Good Lord
He crosses Europe on foot
Just went on his way
Traveler, poor and singing
On every road, in every place
He talks only about the Good Lord
He talks only about the Good Lord
Girls and boys full of zeal
Invented the Preaching Friars
Just went on his way
Traveler, poor and singing
On every road, in every place
He talks only about the Good Lord
He talks only about the Good Lord
With Dominic and his brothers
Bread ran out
And two angels showed up
Carrying big golden loaves
Just went on his way
Traveler, poor and singing
On every road, in every place
He talks only about the Good Lord
He talks only about the Good Lord
Preachers from all over the world
Under the Virgin's cloak
Gathered in great number
Just went on his way
Traveler, poor and singing
On every road, in every place
He talks only about the Good Lord
He talks only about the Good Lord
Keep us simple and merry
To proclaim to our brothers
Just went on his way
Traveler, poor and singing
On every road, in every place
He talks only about the Good Lord
He talks only about the Good Lord