The Wanderers’ Song

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We were born in a country strange,
To the road, to the road again!
In another country we came of age,
On to the road – again!
Yet another country saw us being wed,
To the road, to the road again!
And another land made our children’s bed.
On to the road – again!
We’ve passed through mountains, we’ve passed through woods,
To the road, to the road again!
And we’ve seen droughts, and we’ve seen floods,
On to the road – again!
But on this wide earth, nowhere we’ve had,
To the road, to the road again!
A stable dwelling to lay our head.
On to the road – again!
Our blood is wild, our blood is dark,
To the road, to the road again!
Like the sea that rocked Noah’s ark,
On to the road – again!
Our hearts wait yearningly for the dove,
To the road, to the road again!
To return to the long-lost Kingdom we love, –

Then the road shall end – only then.