Eric Erickson

Eric Erickson
©1999 Ardith Music (BMI)


The message found its way here, your sojourn is to end

At long last you’re preparing to journey home again

A flame will give direction, a lantern there will burn

Providing you a guidepost to hasten your return


You’ll see a light on the road to Woodstock to guide you home

To summon you home

You best keep your wits about you, there is danger there for sure

Hardened hearts who lie in waiting for the weary wayfarer

Keep you to the well-marked pathways,

Keep your purse beneath your cloak

And beware the lurking shadows ‘round the maple, ash and oak

And look for a light on the road to Woodstock……

They miss you on the street of tinkers

They ask about you all along the Tannery Brook

Yes, and all along the glass road they wonder

When you arrive, they will gather ‘round to look

Your respite will be fleeting, you will gather little dust

These mere walls cannot subdue your enormous wanderlust

Your passion will consume you and the road will call once more

But for now I’ll wait, anticipating your footsteps at my door

There’ll be a light on the road to Woodstock……