From south to north, from east to west I walk and walk but my soul can find no rest from day to night, from bright to black I march and march on this neverending track from birth to life, from life to death I carry on and on till I draw my final breath…
From here to there, from there to here I walk and walk but there’s still a pressing fear from near to far, from close to strange I roam and roam in this wide and boundless range from day to night, from bright to black I carry on and on and there’s no more turning back…
and there’s no more turning back…
Through forests dark and old on long forgotten allies in nights of frost and cold through narrow, misty valleys
On mountains high and steep in wide and open spaces in waters dark and deep through all kinds of places
And everywhere I roam I’m a stranger with no home there’s a pain inside my soul and none can fill this hole my forces have all gone but still I carry on…