I Am A Wanderer

I am a wanderer, feet on the ground,

Heart on my sleeve and my head in the cloulds.

I own the star above some distant shore,

Wandering ever more.

I am a refugee torn from my land,

Cast off to travel this world to its end.

Never to see my proud mountains again

But I still remember them.

I am a labourer, sign round my neck:

'Will work for dignity, trust and respect'.

Stand on this corner so you don't forget

I haven't had mine yet.

I am a prisoner pacing my cell,

Three steps and back, my corner of hell.

Lock me away and you swallow the key,

But some day I shall be free.

And I'll be a wanderer, feet on the ground,

Heart on my sleeve and my head in the cloulds.

I own the star above some distant shore,

Wandering ever more.