The cold autumn wind
Comes and goes
Leaves no trace
It is as if he's never been here
The cold autumn wind
Comes and goes
Leaves no trace
It is as if he's never been here
The gentle slopes of the long lake
A quiet and peaceful place
The blue above, the blue below
You call these woods your home
But he doesn't stay long
He was there at your birth
And he will be there
When your body is buried
He arrives late and leaves early
No message, no footprints, no memory
Way up north, at the high coast
A lighthouse, man's outpost
The blue above, the blue below
You call these rocks your home
But he doesn't stay long
Wanderer
Some call him harbinger
An unwelcome guest
Seen by none
Unwelcome
Despised by all
Wanderer
Harbinger
Unwelcome
Unwelcome
Still, he will be there
When your body is buried
He arrives late and leaves early
No message, no footprints, no memory