I will be moving for the rest of my life,
Moving, moving, ever moving.
For it calls me, ever calls me
To wander, ever wander
Down the roads and byways
In and out and through the earth until
I am called back home.
And it is such a comfort
To know that in my restless journey
I have found a home,
A place to warm
Myself beside the fire
That burns within my bosom
And calls me to the ones
Whose lonesome stories I must know.
We are one in our lost stories.
We are one in the forsaking
And together we will wander
Wander, wander, at His bidding
Till the answers come a knocking
Come a knocking and presenting
Come a knocking and unlocking
The doors that will unbreak us
Though the world itself forsake us
In the waiting,
We are not forgotten
And though lost for a season,
We will find our way back home.
