The yearn for the wander in them remains strong
Even to the place they were born and raised in few of them ever return
And even into old age the flame of the wander in their minds does burn
The nomads from their birthplace travel far away
In any one place they do not wish to stay
They quickly weary of one town and one countryside
Their travels do take them to places far and wide
The lure of the wander took them far away
From where they first looked on the bright lamp of day
They live for to travel new places to see
Of the ties that bind they do live free
Nomads can be of any creed or race
They are people who do not have a sense of place.
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