The Wanderer

Do you ever want to stop and rest a bit
Have you ever yet found a place worth loving
Like these meandering streams and silent hills
Devoid of human sentiments they stay
Capturing, forever hold my heart
Within these stony depths lies my last home
Stranger, can you compare your life with this
The shifting sands and different lands compel
But can never serve your heart’s eternal rest

And the stranger replied thus:
Wanderer am I, no less, no more
You who call me stranger are strange too
I love your singing streams and ancient hills
But their harmony cannot compare
With beauty and the joy of wandering
I want to run on forever, never to stop
With only wind to face me, mem’ries at my back
This song is my life, its finish my life’s goal
How can I give this up for you unchanging note
I can but sing you this one song and keep on wandering