I am a wanderer
with a girl in every town,
each think they own my heart,
but none of them do.
My heart belongs to someone
I have yet to meet,
but I know that I will know them,
when one day I pass them on the street.
Their love will tame
this wanderer down
and that is when
my roving days will be through.
Until that day comes along,
I will be a wander
with a girl in every town.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well it's kind of like my minstrel tales, but I will just call you dion from now on, They call me the wanderer, yes the wanderer...10