The Wander's song

Wandering through the gentle

forest, happy on my way,

joy fills the woods around

me, happiness I see.

The chorus, with great vigor.

So march, march, march,

see those trees form that great

Arch, oh march, march

Wheel and wander,

look over yonder,

see the sad rook rise,

the sad joy in his eyes.

So march, march, march,

though the hill rise,

they are not too harsh.

Up and over the hill,

they pass behind me,

I hear the bird trill.

I see all God's love,

love for all, and for me,

and the deer, and the dove.

So march, march, march,

set along, the pace is gentle,

see the lovely lark on wing