.Wanderthirst (G.Gould)
Beyond the east the sun rise,
beyond the west the sea,
and east and west the wanderthirst
that will not let me be.
It works in me like madness,
to bid me say goodbye,
for the seas call, and the stars call.
And oh, the call of the sky.
I don`t know where the white road runs,
nor where the blue hills are,
but a man can have the sun for a friend,
and for his guide a star.
And there's no end in voyaging
when once the voice is heard,
for the rivers call, and the roads call,
and oh! the call of the bird.
Yonder the long horizon lies,
and there by night and day.
the old ships draw to home again,
the young ships sail away.
And come I may, but go I must,
and, if men ask you why,you may put the
blameon the sun and the stars,and the
white road and the sky.
