Wanderlust from Wanderlust by Alexander James Adams

WANDERLUST
Lyrics: Philip Obermarck
Music: Heather Alexander

My time is up and the ship bell chimes
So raise a cup and think betimes
Of this poor sailor 'pon the sea
Who's passing is but memory

'Tis not that I would have you think
Of this but as a friendly drink
For with my heart I loved you truly
Though I'm forced to treat you cruely

FOR THE FEVER'S UPON ME
AND MY CAPTAIN IS CALLIN'
I CANNOT STAY WITH THEE
MY DESTINY'S CALLIN'
I'LL NEVER BE FREE
BUT I'LL DO WHAT I MUST
A CAPTIVE OF MY WANDERLUST

The tide has turned and so we sail
This brief sojourn has now grown stale
The wanderlust has me indeed
I care not where my travels lead

The Captain asks if I'm afeared
A smile tangled in his beard
His laughter tells me he must know
The pain that I now undergo

I cast my fate into the wind
I have no mate, nor kith, nor kin
For I must go where I am sent
A victim of self banishment

Orion has become my guide
And Venus is my willing bride
With wanderlust my fuel and feed
I roam the world as 'tis decreed

Sea Fire Productions Inc c&p 1994

• Alexander James Adams
• Alternative
• celtic
• fantasy folk
• Redmond