““Across the gently rolling hills, Beyond high mountain peaks, Along the shores of distant seas, There's something my heart seeks. But there's no peace in wandering, The road's not made for rest. And footsore fools will never know What home might suit them best. But, oh, the things that I have seen, The secret paths I've trod, The hidden corners of the world Known to none but me and God. Yes, the world was meant for knowing, And feet were meant to roam. But one who's always going Will never find a home. Oh, where's the thread that binds me, The voice that calls me back? Where's the love that finds me— And what's the root I lack?””
