I am a wanderer, feet on the ground, Heart on my sleeve and my head in the cloulds. 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 cloulds. I own the star above some distant shore, Wandering ever more.
[00:20.125]I am a wanderer, feet on the ground, [00:26.674]Heart on my sleeve and my head in the cloulds. [00:30.345]I own the star above some distant shore, [00:36.136]Wandering ever more. [00:41.350]I am a refugee torn from my land, [00:46.356]Cast off to travel this world to its end. [00:51.057]Never to see my proud mountains again [00:56.189]But I still remember them. [01:19.367]I am a labourer, sign round my neck: [01:25.076]'Will work for dignity, trust and respect'. [01:29.146]Stand on this corner so you don't forget [01:34.574]I haven't had mine yet. [01:40.234]I am a prisoner pacing my cell, [01:45.274]Three steps and back, my corner of hell. [01:50.163]Lock me away and you swallow the key, [01:55.231]But some day I shall be free. [02:00.125]And I'll be a wanderer, feet on the ground, [02:05.674]Heart on my sleeve and my head in the cloulds. [02:10.345]I own the star above some distant shore, [02:15.136]Wandering ever more.
