I’ll travel many lands before I’m over
I will go o’er many seas
I’ll not yet close my roving days of ramble
‘Til I see what I must see
But before I go my way to forgotten lands
And leave behind me fragments of a broken sand
I’ve got to find out if you really understand
I may be wrong anyhow
Now it’s not a fleeting memory I’m holding
It is one that I’ll not lose
But before I go and leave this town behind me
Let me know why I’m refused
Is there someone that you think is more in need than I
Someone else that you might rather lie beside
Is he the only one for whom your heart will cry
Or am I wrong about it all
Now I know that over yonder hill is waiting
I must see the other side
My duffle packed with memories I’m saving
Should I stay, I can’t decide
But if you would speak to me a kindly word or two
Perhaps I’d settle down and try to start anew
But maybe then again my rambiln’ days are never through
‘Cause after all I could be wrong
For this feeling that I hold may not be always
I may only care for now
But I know I’d like to feel your warmth beside me
Next to mine, through any hour
I’ve been waiting ‘round to hear the words I wish to know
But if you will not say them then I’ll have to go
It’s up to you to tell me if the answer’s yes or no
Am I right or am I wrong