I have only stood at the bank
And let my feet in soft sand sank
I have only gazed afar
And my quest I'll no longer differ
I'll pack things
While the early morning bird sings
For my wait has been too long
And my desires a stale song
Where the road runs through the valley
Where the river flows
I'll follow every highway to the place I know
Till I commence my endless journey
Again I see it afar
Large, wide, without end
Ill lower the bar
And with the wind, let my boat bend
It's been four weeks by my calendar
My journey is a no ender
For nothing is in sight
And too death I just might
My desires let me fulfill
And no land I see still
My dreams let me fulfill
A glimpse across the ocean let me steal
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