In sorrow I wandered, my spirit oppressed,

But now I am happy—securely I rest;

From morning till evening glad carols I sing,

And this is the reason—I walk with the King.

Refrain:

I walk with the King, Meher Baba!

I walk with the King, praise His Name!

No longer I roam, my soul faces home,

I walk and I talk with the King.

For years in the fetters of sin I was bound,

The world could not help me—no comfort I found;

But now like the birds and the sunbeams of spring,

I’m free and rejoicing—I walk with the King.

O soul near despair in the lowlands of strife,

Look up and let Baba come into your life;

The joy of His Love to you He would bring—

Come into the sunlight and walk with the King.