| Song | The Wanderer |
| Artist | Seth Lakeman |
| Album | Word Of Mouth (Limited Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Across sliding hills and sculpted fields your way it soon ascends, | |
| Into a landscape all worn and wise you’re rouven from the blend. | |
| From granite vast to sticky marsh, you’ll lead your time at ease. | |
| For lonely is this wonderer, whose carried on the breeze. | |
| From circle stones to castles flown and ancient noble mounds. | |
| Drinking in your history and legends that surround, | |
| Choke white horse will bow to you and mark you weary frank. | |
| For lonely is the wonderer who walks these mighty bounds.w | |
| This crucial common way, these tracks of your domain. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| You shelter on the spreading beats that hold all autumn flare. | |
| From pails of rain that smother you and fill the icy air. | |
| Arrow hedges torn by gales that shape and steady ground. | |
| For lonely is the wanderer who hails from town to town. | |
| This crucial common way, these tracks of your domain. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| From abbey lanes to grave remains, | |
| The truth is seldom seen. | |
| Drinking in your sanctuary on a bed of rolling green. | |
| A passage to be sober, a passage to be free. | |
| For lonely is this wanderer whose carried on the breeze. | |
| This crucial common way, the tracks of your domain. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. |
| Across sliding hills and sculpted fields your way it soon ascends, | |
| Into a landscape all worn and wise you' re rouven from the blend. | |
| From granite vast to sticky marsh, you' ll lead your time at ease. | |
| For lonely is this wonderer, whose carried on the breeze. | |
| From circle stones to castles flown and ancient noble mounds. | |
| Drinking in your history and legends that surround, | |
| Choke white horse will bow to you and mark you weary frank. | |
| For lonely is the wonderer who walks these mighty bounds. w | |
| This crucial common way, these tracks of your domain. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| You shelter on the spreading beats that hold all autumn flare. | |
| From pails of rain that smother you and fill the icy air. | |
| Arrow hedges torn by gales that shape and steady ground. | |
| For lonely is the wanderer who hails from town to town. | |
| This crucial common way, these tracks of your domain. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| From abbey lanes to grave remains, | |
| The truth is seldom seen. | |
| Drinking in your sanctuary on a bed of rolling green. | |
| A passage to be sober, a passage to be free. | |
| For lonely is this wanderer whose carried on the breeze. | |
| This crucial common way, the tracks of your domain. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. |
| Across sliding hills and sculpted fields your way it soon ascends, | |
| Into a landscape all worn and wise you' re rouven from the blend. | |
| From granite vast to sticky marsh, you' ll lead your time at ease. | |
| For lonely is this wonderer, whose carried on the breeze. | |
| From circle stones to castles flown and ancient noble mounds. | |
| Drinking in your history and legends that surround, | |
| Choke white horse will bow to you and mark you weary frank. | |
| For lonely is the wonderer who walks these mighty bounds. w | |
| This crucial common way, these tracks of your domain. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| You shelter on the spreading beats that hold all autumn flare. | |
| From pails of rain that smother you and fill the icy air. | |
| Arrow hedges torn by gales that shape and steady ground. | |
| For lonely is the wanderer who hails from town to town. | |
| This crucial common way, these tracks of your domain. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| From abbey lanes to grave remains, | |
| The truth is seldom seen. | |
| Drinking in your sanctuary on a bed of rolling green. | |
| A passage to be sober, a passage to be free. | |
| For lonely is this wanderer whose carried on the breeze. | |
| This crucial common way, the tracks of your domain. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. | |
| Keep on moving, keep on moving on. | |
| Rise and ramble, the land where you belong. |