Called by the wide world's wonder
   And a love of the storm in his blood
And a heart full of lightning and thunder
   And no wish to change if he could:

    "Now I must wayward, my Mother,
      For I am all restless inside:
    Guess I'm a prodigal, Mother,
      Got the wiles of the wind in my stride."

He hears the wide world's wonder,
   Got the love of the storm in his blood,
Got a heart full of lightning and thunder,
   Got no wish to change if he could.

     "Know that I love you, my Mother,
       And I'll come to see you with joy,
     But then again soon I must onward
      For the yonderland's calling your boy."

Gone to the wide world's wonder
   With a love and a storm in his blood
And his soul is all lightning and thunder
   And he wouldn't change if he could.

     "I'll go to the bowels of the mountain
       And the secret haunts of the wood;
     There's ever a song to go onward,
      And I don't want to change if I could."

Ever the wide world's wonder
   And the love of the storm in his blood
Fills his heart full of lightning and thunder
   And no wish to change if he could.

    "My home is the sward of the grassland,
       My home is the greenwooded hill,
    My home is wherever I wander
      With a wind and a tumbleweed's will."

Lost in the wide worl'd wonder,
   He's storm, and he's love, and he's blood,
He's heart and he's lightning and thunder,
   And he couldn't change if he would.
 

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Dan L. Marsh
marsh@holly.hsu.edu
OR marsh@pines.hsu.edu

Date: Sun, 29 Jun 1997 22:09:48 CST