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a celestial mind
He's a wanderer of the cosmos, lost in despair
Through galaxies he roams, seeking solace and truth
Haunted by memories of a love once so smooth

Oh Darling

The Wanderer:

I was wrong and you were right,
Why'd we ever have to fight?
I can't ever make this right.
Well I said it before and I'll

Don't push that button!

The Wanderer:

You might not have been told
But that button, so it's known,
Is connected to the end of the world as we know

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

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 empty street,
A symphony of solitude, my heart's discreet.

Pre-Chorus:
Embraced by shadows, a silent ballet,
Alone in the echoes, where dreams decay.
In

below, you walk to your demise
Dormant the morass lies waiting in the void
Now found by the those in search of the untold
The evil that sleeps, the beast

The Wanderer and his Shadow

The light rose at the heart of the world
I saw a rainbow in the eyes of my girl
It was what it was for what it's worth

It's about a time when the darkness is deep
A wanderer hopes the secrets don't keep
From the haze and the mist, I saw the centuries
They're precious,

careful
Not to get caught in political fights – in the fire

Sinners or saints
All are welcome here

All the roads lead here
A home for all the wanderers

There she goes, a piece of my soul
That will never return
Lone wolf
Wanderer
She’s my bliss and my curse

Too long she was held back
By the roots around

Dear Old Donegal

Bing Crosby

Top o' the Morning: His Irish Collection

1996

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

Burn a candle by my bed, sleep won't visit me tonight
Images inside my head don't reflect the light inside
Deceiver whispers my name, tries to crawl

Halls of Valhalla

Judas Priest

Redeemer of Souls

2014

Valhalla, this is where I belong, I belong

We crash o'er the waves
Bite deep on the oars
Scouring the spray
On the storm's maul
Then lightning reveals
For

Flicker in the eye 
Between the by and by
There's a source of light 
Between the by and by

I've stood and I've kneeled 
At the altar unreal 
A point

It's my desire to do some good deed every day
My desire to help some, falter by the way
It's my desire to bring back someone's gone astray
It's my

Back to Donegal

Bing Crosby

The V-Disc Recordings

1999

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

me all I need

...And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover wanderer
Nomad vagabond
Call me what

Satan's Sword (I Have Become)

Behemoth

Pandemonic Incantations

For ages travelled by the holy fire
Today free, free and triumphant
To no avail for the dungeons and chains of the inquisition
Poor and lonely are my

nook most melancholy- 
There the traveller meets aghast 
Sheeted Memories of the Past- 
Shrouded forms that start and sigh 
As they pass the wanderer by

Dear Old Donegal

Connie Francis

Kissin', Twistin', Goin' Where the Boys Are

1996

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

company
Carrying me on my journey

They call me the Wanderer
I seek the truth
I read between the lies
They call me the Wanderer
I wonder am I doomed
To seek

paper stuck to the bottom of my shoes. 
There's a good me trapped inside a bad me 
My wheels ain't on the road, my oars ain't in the sea 

     Killed by