The Journeyman's Grace

Someone told me there’s a grace that leads you straight from place to place
And you always leave the road behind you
You don’t need your horses shod, just a dowser and his rod
Leave your mistress, she won’t need to find you
Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way
Oh please, help me please, I won’t be afraid
Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way
Oh please, help me please, I won’t be afraid
Leave my weary flesh and bone to a circle made of stone
Take me to the mountains for my pleasure
And if the dead man won’t depart, drive a stake into his heart
And let me ere deliver him his leisure
When you see the race is run and the dark has just begun
Come on with the few and leave the many
There you’ll find the journeyman with a lantern in his hand
He’ll show you a good time for a penny