Poems (Vadlan)/The Wanderer
THE WANDERER
The way is dark, the night is weary,O wanderer come home!The hours are long, all time is dreary,O wanderer come home!
A still, small voice is calling and tender teardrops falling,O wanderer come home!Your restless steps are taking the life of hearts that's breakingO wanderer come home!
The faint, far, distant whisp'ringIs ringing in his ear,For answer they are listening,The wanderers voice to hear.
In words, that speak a message clearThere rings a clear, true tone,O! fret no more, but wake and hear,The wanderer will come home.