Vagabond

Seek not to detain me when I choose to go, I am a vagabond, as you well know. And though I tarry here beside your fire, My gypsy heart still knows its old desire.

For I am not one to mingle with the crowd; I long for quiet, when folks get too loud. Give me the trails where deep silence reigns, The winding rivers, and green forest lanes.

When horizons beckon, they destroy my will; I want to explore beyond the next hill. Let us part without any painful scenes; Farewell is what loving a vagabond means.