Not all who wander are lost!

We have maps in glorious colours and a compass pointing north;
We have digital equipment and an iPad with the route;
We use satellites and GPS before we sally forth,
And Wiki and the world wide web to help us to compute;
For just because we wander, it doesn’t mean we’re lost!

We meandered down the Calder on a crisp and sunny day
Turning right across the swing-bridge, climbing up the clarty brae;
There were marker posts and arrows and a sign to find our track,
And an information board to tell us where we were on our way back!
For just because we wander, it doesn’t mean we’re lost!

In the summer we had transport for our walk along the Tweed
And as long as it was by our side we could not go astray!
Although we stopped to ponder there was nothing to impede
Our convoluted ramble on the Border Abbeys Way;
For just because we wander, it doesn’t mean we’re lost!

We took the train in Autumn for a walk among the trees,
To a Hermitage and waterfall and Ossian’s old abode;
And we worry not when Arthur carries on along the road
For he’s got a phone to find us  – and everyone agrees
That just because we wander, it doesn’t mean we’re lost!

And for our Christmas saunter when the weather turned out cool
We knew we’d find our footpath because we can read a map!
We knew that ‘Daff ‘did not mean ‘daft’, that ‘Kip’ did not mean ‘nap’
And that Anne would know that Everton is not in Liverpool!
For just because we wander, it doesn’t mean we’re lost!

So down the years we’ve walked God’s earth with friends from every shore,
With Calvinists and Baptists and an atheist or two!
We’ve argued eschatology and politics and more;
And chewed the fat of friendship with companions old and new.
And though through love and duty our path may twist and bend
and by the storms of life we may be buffeted and tossed,
We still have one to guide us, and we know that in the end
That just because we wander, it doesn’t mean we’re lost!