Home is behind the world ahead I can't seem to settle in In the dawn I wait for the sun with stars and bread With my eyes closed I float like a swan The light it is gold In this early hour I could carry on So, I will stroll through the snow As I'm heading to the dawn I wait for the sun with stars and bread Not all those who wander are lost My feet are strong Among the pines I feel alive And the woodland so quiet speaks to me In frost covered lines drifting by As I'm heading to the dawn While I'm up high with mist tendrils caressing my eyes I grow taller with each cold breath drawn The tragedies below seem to fade before the dawn Before the dawn I wait for the sun with stars and bread Not all those who wander are lost My feet are strong