Wandering - Tim O'Brien

My pathway leads into the west

They say it never really ends

These legs of mine weren’t made to rest

I let them take me where they send me wandering

As long as I remember I’ve been wandering

January to December I go wandering

No one asks the wind to blow

No one tells a bird to fly

No one tells me when to go

I don’t need a reason why, I’m just wandering

As long as I remember I’ve been wandering

January to December I go wandering

A hundred fifty years ago

The famine pushed us off the land

Now we live beside the road

You’ll see us in our caravans

As long as I remember I’ve been wandering

January to December I go wandering

This life I lead is in my blood

It’s not for me to understand

There isn’t much I want to own

Take what I will and where I can, I’m wandering

As long as I remember I’ve been wandering

January to December just wandering

I don’t care where I go, just wandering

You want to know where I’ve been

I’ve been wandering