No permanent home no mobile phone he doesn't need any of that,
he has all he needs, all that he wants carried in a bag on his back.
No morning shower to brighten his day just a dip in an icy cold stream,
he wanders the byways and  small country roads seeking to fulfill all his dreams
He needs no soft bed under a roof just a leafy place under the moon, far does he wander along leafy roads, he needs no bus,car or train.
He's quite content with the life that he chose, the life of a wandering man, no beer or wine will pass his lips, fresh cool water is fine his dinner what nature provides.
He's happier by far than you and I are no worries about earning a wage,his life is a book and the start of each day is the start of an unwritten page.
He's quite content living this way under the sun and the stars.
But he knows it must end as for all men it must when he finally writes the last page.