Wandering Star

 

I was born under a wandrin’ star
I was born under a wandrin’ star
Wheels are made for rollin’
Mules are made to pack
I’ve never seen a sight that didn’t look better looking back
 
I was born under a wandrin’ star
Mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry
Home is made for comin’ from, for dreams of goin’ to
Which with any luck will never come true
I was born under a wandrin’ star
I was born under a wandrin’ star
 
Do I know where hell is?
Hell is in hello
Heaven is goodbye for ever, it’s time for me to go
I was born under a wandrin’ star
A wandrin’ wandrin’ star
 
When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree
Or I’ll begin to roam, and soon you know where I will be
I was born under a wandrin’ star
A wandrin’ wandrin’ star

Songwriters: Alan Jay Lerner / Frederick Loewe

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

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