Wherever you may chance to be—wherever you may roam,
Far away in foreign lands; or just at home sweet home;
It always gives you pleasure, it makes your heart strings hum
Just to hear
The words of cheer,
“I see you’ve travelled some.”
When you get a brother’s greeting, and he takes you by the hand,
It thrills you with a feeling that you cannot understand,
You feel that bond of brotherhood, that tie that’s sure to come
When you hear him say
In a friendly way
“I see you’ve travelled some.”
And if you are a stranger, in strange lands all alone
If fate has left you stranded, dead broke and far from home,
Oh, it’s a grand and glorious feeling, it thrills you; makes you numb,
When he says with a grip
Of fellowship,
“I see you’ve travelled some.”
And when your final summons comes, to take a last long trip,
Adorned with Lambskin Apron White and gems of fellowship—
The Tiler at the Golden Gate, with Square and Level and Plumb
Will size up your pin
And say “Walk In:
I see you’ve travelled some.”
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