The Wanderer

		In the distant lands
		across the sea
		forever homewards
		an old man is wandering, singing:
		
		I remember the fields
		that centuries ago
		Before me I beheld.
		In those misty plains
		I was named Wanderer.
		
		From there I went wandering,
		to search for happiness and truth.
		I climbed snowy mountains
		skywards rising
		heart flaming in excitement.
		Oh I shouldn't have done so,
		ever.
		
		There at the heart of the mountain
		in my home under home,
		the eruption
		the pain
		my curse.
		From there I left, shadows in my eyes
		to my eternal wandering
		over weeping trees,
		over twisted and withering shires.