Oh wanderer, do you walk down the road, to guide you home
Oh patient son, do you wait for the voices, or the whispering wind to blow
Sweet gentle gal, is the sand where you lay, rough like the bark on my tree
Sweet golden hair, blows in the wind, while the cherry blossoms bloom
Sweet ocean breeze, take me away, towards the vacant signs guiding the angels home
Sweet song bird, calls out the name, of the newborn star guiding the angels home
Oh wanderer
Oh patient son
Sweet gentle gal, is the sand where you lay, rough like the bark on my tree
Sweet ocean breeze, take me away, towards the vacant signs guiding the angels home
Sweet song bird, calls out the name, of the newborn star guiding the angels home
