Outro (Marty Stuart/The Pilgrim) - Marty Stuart

Then move the trees, the copses nod

Wings flutter, voices hover clear

«O just and faithful knight of God!

Ride on!

The prize is near»

So pass I hostel, hall and grange

By bridge and ford, by park and pale

All armed I ride, whatever betide

Until I find the holy Grail

Said the lonesome pilgrim far from home