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A Wanderer
(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

A Wanderer

Poem By David Harris

I am a wanderer
with a girl in every town,
each think they own my heart,
but none of them do.
My heart belongs to someone
I have yet to meet,
but I know that I will know them,
when one day I pass them on the street.
Their love will tame
this wanderer down
and that is when
my roving days will be through.
Until that day comes along,
I will be a wander
with a girl in every town.

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Well it's kind of like my minstrel tales, but I will just call you dion from now on, They call me the wanderer, yes the wanderer...10