I'm turning seventy this year; where have the years gone?
It's been an interesting life with all I've been and done,
To mark this event with a special trip was really my desire,
Why not walk the Pilgrims Way and reach the lofty spire.

Of Santiago de Compostella, the Cathedral of St James,
Where yearly thousands come to gather when they're tired of worldly games.
All nationalities and ages, they cheerfully find new friends,
Some last a day, a month, a year, and some that never ends.