Tim O’Brien
Tim O’Brien
Tim O’Brien
Tim O’Brien & Kathy Mattea
Tim O’Brien
Tim O’Brien
Tim O’Brien
Tim O’Brien
Tim O’Brien
Tim O’Brien
Tim O’Brien
Tim O’Brien
Tim O’Brien
Tim O’Brien
My pathway leads into the west
They say it never really ends
These legs of mine weren't made to rest
I let them take me where they send me wandering
As long as I remember I've been wandering
January to December I go wandering
No one asks the wind to blow
No one tells a bird to fly
No one tells me when to go
I don't need a reason why, I'm just wandering
As long as I remember I've been wandering
January to December I go wandering
A hundred fifty years ago
The famine pushed us off the land
Now we live beside the road
You'll see us in our caravans
As long as I remember I've been wandering
January to December I go wandering
This life I lead is in my blood
It's not for me to understand
There isn't much I want to own
Take what I will and where I can, I'm wandering
As long as I remember I've been wandering
January to December just wandering
I don't care where I go, just wandering
You want to know where I've been
I've been wandering
Wandering was written by Tim O’Brien.
Wandering was produced by Tim O’Brien.