The Wandering Boy Songtext
von Birch Book

The wandering boy passing by
Lifts his head to the birds in the sky
Petals flitting by his face
In May winds they are falling
Falling with the breezes to the ground
...Falling with the breezes to the ground


The wandering boy with his staff
Lingers long at the brook by the path
Waters flowing on and on
In May floods they are gushing
Rushing with a low and limpid sound
...Rushing with a low and limpid sound

The wandering boy with a whisper in his eye
A whistle in his step, a lute upon his back
A feather in his cap, a picnic in his pack
His bare feet treading soft upon the grass
Cherry blossoms in the winds of spring
The petals falling
Falling with the breezes to the ground
...Falling with the breezes to the ground