Born to Wander

Well I hear that lonesome whistle blow.
 I'll soon begone to before I know.
 I'll leave my love and I don't know why?
 I know I'll make her cry.
 I been so long in this old town
 I tried my best to settle down
 But deep within the soul of me
 I know I must be free.
 I was born to wander travel over yonder
 Through the open roads & the sky above.
 I could never stop like than old spinning top
 Without a home, without love.
 Now I see the blinking sky above
 I'm on that road going from my love
 He knows now it could never be
 My heart and soul are free
 Well I was born to wander travel over yonder
 Through the open roads & the sky above.
 I could never stop like than old spinning top
 Without a home without love