Across the gently rolling hills,
Beyond high mountain peaks,
Along the shores of distant seas,
Theres something my heart seeks.
But theres no peace in wandering,
The roads not made for rest.
And footsore fools will never know
What home might suit them best.
But, oh, the things that I have seen,
The secret paths Ive trod,
The hidden corners of the world
Known to none but me and God.
Yes, the world was meant for knowing,
And feet were meant to roam.
But who's always going
Will never find a home.
Oh, where's the thread that binds me,
The voice that calls me back?
Wheres the love that finds me-
And whats the root I lack?
My heart seeks the hearth,
My feet seek the road.
A soul divided
Is a terrible load.
My heart longs to rest,
My feet yearns to roam.
Shall I wander the world
Or stay safe at home?