The Wanderer

Yes I’ve lost true loves bride And in no one I can confide From the world I wish to hide Out on this loneliest road side All I have left now is my pride But that will keep me satisfied Until this deep pain will subside Out on the road I will reside Beneath cold stars I will roam Until my heart has re-grown Walking long and on my owe This long road will be my home I’ll make the hard earth my bed Under cold sky I lye spread With rocks to pillow my head To all intents I am dead As the sunsets over my road And the red colours do explode Casting darkness over my load The black over me at last flowed