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sets off on his journey under the cover of night
Benny's chasing stars fueled by gin
A silent observer with secrets within
Lost in the echoes of a cosmic

never let you go
Together we'll find our way back home

(Verse 2)
I've been a wanderer, a dreamer in disguise
But with you by my side, I see through clear

forget
So I bought him a dram and he swallowed it down
Saying I'm honest as the next man can be
It's the truth I swear by not a word of a lie
And here's

Dear Old Donegal

Bing Crosby

The Chronological Bing Crosby, Vol. 41: 1945-46

2005

It seems like only yesterday
I sailed from out of Cork
A wanderer from Erin's isle
I landed in New York
There wasn't a soul to greet me there

like the oars I bring back
In the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot
Got my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop
Set up shop with

nothing stays the same

I'm back up off the floor
'Cause I know that I got more,
In myself for round two (Round two, Round two) 
In my boat without an oar

I'm gonna row my boat like Molly Brown,
Picking up an oar, when the ship went down.
When she made it home, Molly kissed the ground,
I'm gonna row my

by the lee sheet
K's for the knighthead where the petty officer stands
L's for the leeside, hard found by new hands
(Chorus)
M's for the mainmast, it's

about)
Reaching the valuable, touching the down

You came by yourself my darling
But you know we're not alone
Oh get yourself in order
Before they're

Your imagination knew no bounds
You lived in sound and subtle vibrations
I kept my place in the back of your mind
And I feigned recognition

Wanderer are

he grew into himself

A breathing history novel
In which I'm the singular scholar
And by the table of contents, you'll find
I'm not just a child but

I

Wanderers this way
Been passing by
Weary of the nighttime bringing stranger's eyes
I've been this way before
I've seen these trees
Heavy head, burden

in throat, I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover, wanderer, nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will, yeah

Oh, but I'll

There was a time that

I was amazed by

The beauty of

Bright clear blue skies

Up there, were the clouds and

I'd love to think that

They form

Turgid itch on the perfume of death
On a whispering south wind
A smell of abyss and nothingness
Dark angel of the wanderer
Howls through the loft

The wanderer! Do you see a circle of stones?
Pass by it as fast as you can!
It’s a monastery of an ancient demon,
Ancient demon, afflicted with

In the heat of the morning sun
He sits down by a dark pine tree

It moves and creaks and speaks to him
So sweet and low from the deep

“You wanderer

fulfilled
There is nothing to worry about 

#BRIDGE
I am life wanderer 
I go up and down 
But mostly I go somewhere 
Where heart leads me to 
But

#CHORUS
I

Fields of Gold

Written By: Matthew Hussey

I may not be at the front of any race
You might frequently catch me staring out in to space
I'm a wide

That resides within the soul of man

Stalwart wanderers make your peace
For there is no war to be found here
(There is no war to be found here)

Only

Life and death
In the dry land of ground cracked by the burning sun
The hiker walks without knowing his destination
With every step he feels his body

If I can't have you then I can't have nobody
Hopeless wanderer but I stay chillin with a shorty
In the next life we'll continue where we started
Got

The awakened sea murmurs muffled from afar
I see sails on the distant horizon
White sails of fresh wind glide by
Silent golden clouds above
And are there

wanderer
Tying my shoes one by one
I'm trying to count it all joy
Over and over

I never went to college
Wait that's a lie I just dropped out
I'm still