Ian & Sylvia — Pilgrimage to Paradise

[Verse 1] While walking slowly down upon my lonely road one day The dust did bite my eyes, and I could not find my way My destination faintly gleaming far beyond my weary eyes I continued on my pilgrimage to Paradise [Verse 2] I continued on my journey to a place I've never been With no assurance it would be there, save a glimmer in the night That flashed and flitted fitfully among my waking dreams I continued on my pilgrimage to Paradise [Verse 3] I met travelers upon the way who could no longer stand I offered them refreshments and stretched out a willing hand Not that they would not or they could not, they just did not understand How painful was my pilgrimage to Paradise [Verse 4] Now, my own feet they are bleeding, and my tongue is parched and dry I called to a fellow traveler but he did not heed my cry Did I run too far ahead or did I lag too far behind Upon my painful pilgrimage to Paradise? [Verse 5] Some people speak of pastures where the milk and honey flow I have no such illusions of the place I want to go But with bleeding blisters on my feet, no friendly shade in sight Is it worth the painful pilgrimage to Paradise?