Aim the arrow at my heart
All this blame is justified
Drop your sword to the ground
Leave me to wander, far and wide...

Like sons of Cain, I can't bring the past to life
still this remains, I will wander till I die ...wander till I die

What is lovely, what is fine
Turns with the season, like September
And falls like the age of summer green
I'm bound to the aching inside of me...

Like sons of Cain, I can't bring the past to life
And still this remains, I will wander till I die...wander till I die

Far and wide, in restless compromise, walk this crooked line...