bound to go a-rovin’

someday i go
and chase the wind
wherever it’s a blowing

wherever it will
lead me, friend
i’m bound to go a-rovin’

it’s time to leave
it all behind when
days grow cold and bitter

and leafs of brown
and red and gold
lay on the ground like litter
 
someday i go
and chase the stream
wherever it’s a flowing

wherever it will
lead me, friend
i’m bound to go a-rovin’