"A Wanderer Still"
lyrics by Benjamin Newman
ttto: "Still Another Wanderer" by Timothey Pinkham, from The Battle for Wesnoth

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Wandering far, wandering free
Over the restless earth
The wandering wind is beckoning me
Home to the land of my birth

Far have ye marched, my wandering feet
In time to the drums of war
Follow ye now a welcoming beat
Never to roam any more

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	Yet, be ye a man or an elf or a dwarf, a troll or an orc
	You will come, you will answer the call of the drum

From whispering wood to desolate heath
Across the bare, wind-swept sands
Over the mountains or underneath
Through all of these war-troubled lands

Somewhere there walks a soldier like me
Who knows his own wayward will
Must answer the drums that call him to be
Ever a wanderer still