Chant Of The Wanderer by Nickel Creek
Take a look at the skies where the whippoorwill trills
And the mountain so high where the cataract spills
Take a look at the falls and the rippling rills
Hear the wanderlust calls of the whispering hills
The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills
The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills
The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills
Let me live on the range where the tumbleweeds grow
Let the silver sands change where the prairie winds blow
Let the wanderers sing where the wanderers go
Let the melody ring for it's happy I know
The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow
The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow
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