I am a wanderer feet on the ground. Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds. 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 clouds. I own the star above some distant shore. Wandering ever more