I set my boots upon the lane,
the sky was bright,
the clouds were thin,
the fiddle called,
the whistles sang,
the wind it danced upon my skin.
Oh,
the rambling road,
the rambling road,
where stories live and tales are told,
with every step the spirit flows.
Oh, the rambling road,
my home it knows.
A
hawk it soared above the trees,
the rivers laughed,
the meadows spun,
the pines awaits,
the fire it gleams,
where songs are shared and hearts are one.
Round and round the bottoms beat,
stamp your boots and lift your feet.
Oh,
the rambling road,
the rambling road,
where stories live and tales are told,
with every step the spirit flows.
Oh, the rambling road,
my home it knows.
Through brambles thick and hills it climbed,
through towns it hummed,
with pipes in rhyme,
a smile,
a jig,
a friend I find,
the rambling road,
it bends through time.
Oh,
the rambling road, the rambling road, where
stories live and tales are told,
with
every step the spirit flows.
Oh, the rambling road,
my
home it knows.