| My pathway leads into the west
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| They say it never really ends
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| These legs of mine weren’t made to rest
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| I let them take me where they send me wandering
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| As long as I remember I’ve been wandering
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| January to December I go wandering
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| No one asks the wind to blow
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| No one tells a bird to fly
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| No one tells me when to go
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| I don’t need a reason why, I’m just wandering
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| As long as I remember I’ve been wandering
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| January to December I go wandering
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| A hundred fifty years ago
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| The famine pushed us off the land
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| Now we live beside the road
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| You’ll see us in our caravans
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| As long as I remember I’ve been wandering
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| January to December I go wandering
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| This life I lead is in my blood
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| It’s not for me to understand
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| There isn’t much I want to own
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| Take what I will and where I can, I’m wandering
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| As long as I remember I’ve been wandering
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| January to December just wandering
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| I don’t care where I go, just wandering
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| You want to know where I’ve been
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| I’ve been wandering |