From south to north, from east to west
I walk and walk but my soul can find no rest
from day to night, from bright to black
I march and march on this neverending track
from birth to life, from life to death
I carry on and on till I draw my final breath…

From here to there, from there to here
I walk and walk but there’s still a pressing fear
from near to far, from close to strange
I roam and roam in this wide and boundless range
from day to night, from bright to black
I carry on and on and there’s no more turning back…

and there’s no more turning back…

Through forests dark and old
on long forgotten allies
in nights of frost and cold
through narrow, misty valleys

On mountains high and steep
in wide and open spaces
in waters dark and deep
through all kinds of places

And everywhere I roam
I’m a stranger with no home
there’s a pain inside my soul
and none can fill this hole
my forces have all gone
but still I carry on…