The Wander Lure

The robin’s on the wing again; I hear the call o’ spring again, And fain am I to follow, lass; it calls me not in vain! Yea, I would join the chorus. Lo! the highway is before us,⁠— But what if she, my first beloved, should call to me again? The wander lure is part o’ me, and love is in the heart o’ me, And I would tread the road with you that leads beyond the door. I hear the cry o’ laughter, and my feet would follow after,⁠— But what if she, my first beloved, should call to me once more? Yea, I will follow you, my lass, around the world and through, my lass, To seek the peace o’ summer moons that waits beside the sea. We’ll leave the past behind us; come, the joy o’ life will find us,⁠— But what if she, my first beloved, should call again to me?