This Wandering Day
Megan Richards
The Sun is fast fallin' beneath trees of stone
The light in the tower, no longer my home
Past eyes of pale fire, black sand for my bed
I trade all I've known for the unknown ahead
Call to me, call to me lands far away
For I must now wander this wandering day
Away I must wander this wandering day
Of drink I have little, and food I have less
My strength tells me no, but the path demands yes
My legs are so short and the way is so long
I've no rest nor comfort, no comfort but song
Sing to me, sing to me lands far away
Oh, rise up and guide me this wandering day
Please, promise to find me this wandering day
At last comes their answer through cold and through frost
That not all who wonder or wander are lost
No matter the sorrow, no matter the cost
That not all who wonder or wander are lost
