“Across the gently rolling hills Beyond high mountain peaks Along the shores of distant seas There’s something my heart seeks

But there’s no peace in wandering The road’s not made for rest And footsore fools will never know What home might suit them best

My heart seeks the hearth My feet seek the road A soul so divided Is a terrible load My heart longs to rest My feet yearn to roam Shall I wander the world or stay safe at home?

But oh, the things that I have seen The secret paths I’ve trod The hidden corners of the the world Known to none but me and God

Yes the world was meant for knowing And feet were meant to roam But one who’s always going Will never find a home

My heart seeks the hearth My feet seek the road A soul so divided Is a terrible load My heart longs to rest My feet yearn to roam Shall I wander the world or stay safe at home?

Oh where’s the thread that binds me? The voice that calls me back? Where’s the love that finds me? And what’s the root I lack?

” —Song of the Wanderer- Bruce Coville