I went searching far from my home Searching for a love that I could call my own Through the valleys I did roam But no love I found for to call my own I went searching far from my home Searching for a love that I could call my own Cross the ocean I did roam But no love I found for to call my own I went searching far from my home For a castle made of marble and of gold Oer the hillsides I did roam But no love I found for to call my own I went searching far from my home For a chariot to take me to the sun Oer the mountains I did fly But that golden sun had faded from the sky I returned back to my home For to put to rest my heavy heart and bones There I found a love to call my own Never more this wide, wide world to roam
searching, roam, call, went, far