Vagabond

Left a bag of bones,

A trail of stones,

For to find my way home.

Now, as the air grows cold,

The trees unfold,

I was lost, and now found

And who knows, know, know, who knows (X2)

(Left a bag of bones,

A trail of stones,

For to find my way home.

Now, as the air grows cold,

The trees unfold,

I was lost, and now found) X2