Текст песни This Wandering Day - Patricks

The sun is fast fallin'
Beneath trees of stone
The light in the tower
No longer my home
Past eyes of pale fire
Black sand for my bed
I trade all I've known for the unknown ahead

Call to me, call to me, lands far away!
For I must now wander this wandering day
Away I must wander this wandering day

Of drink I have little and food I have less
My strength tells me "No", but the path demands "Yes"
My legs are so short and the way is so long
I've no rest nor comfort, no comfort but song

Sing to me, sing to me, lands far away!
Oh, rise up and guide me this wandering day
Please, promise to find me this wandering day

Sing to me, sing to me, lands far away!
Oh, rise up and guide me this wandering day
Please, promise to find me this wandering day

At last comes their answer, through cold and through frost
That not all who wonder or wander are lost
No matter the sorrow, no matter the cost
That not all who wonder or wander are lost