Chant of the Wanderer
Lo-ooooo
O-ooooo
Take a look at the sky where the whippoorwill trills,
And the mountain so high where the cataract spills,
Take a look at the falls and the rippling rills.
Hear the wanderlust calls of the whispering hills.
The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills.
Lo-ooooo
The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills.
O-ooooo
The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills.
Let me live on the range where the tumbleweeds grow.
Let the silver sand change when the prairie winds blow.
Let the wanderer sing where the wanderers go,
Let the melody ring for he’s happy, I know.
The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow.
Lo-ooooo
The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow.
O-ooooo
The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow.
Let me follow the trail where the buffalo roam.
Let a silver cloud sail where the settin’ sun shone.
Let the lobo wolf wail in a broken heart tone.
Let it storm, let it gale, still the prairie’s my home.
A broken-heart tone, the settin’ sun shone, the buffalo roam.
Lo-ooooo
A broken-heart tone, the settin’ sun shone, the buffalo roam.
O-ooooo
The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills.
Lo-ooooo
The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow.
O-ooooo
A broken-heart tone, the settin’ sun shone, the buffalo roam.
The prairie’s my home!
For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America
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