Born to Wander

Well I hear that lonesome whistle blow. I'll soon begone to before I know. I'll leave my love and I don't know why? I know I'll make her cry. I been so long in this old town I tried my best to settle down But deep within the soul of me I know I must be free. I was born to wander travel over yonder Through the open roads & the sky above. I could never stop like than old spinning top Without a home, without love. Now I see the blinking sky above I'm on that road going from my love He knows now it could never be My heart and soul are free Well I was born to wander travel over yonder Through the open roads & the sky above. I could never stop like than old spinning top Without a home without love