To all the wandering ways we may go

Upon countless paths, leading to and fro

Treading grassy bluffs, over mounds of snow

Climbing mountain tops, down to valleys low

Fording rushing rivers or a gentle stream’s flow

Across parched deserts or lush forests where trees grow

Delving networks of caves formed long-long ago

Sailing storm-tossed seas, diving dark depths below

Skirting rocky shores to the Northern Light’s glow

However wild the land, however harsh the winds blow

Oh I love them all, how I do love them so!