I came from a wandering man,
who's heart soared way above the clouds.
And the woman who loved him,
never could bring him back down.
Yes, I've heard the way they say his name,
I've seen the white-collared disdain.
But when he felt discouraged,
he just picked up that Gibson and sang;
"For you my love is a wild one, a wild one, a wild one
It rises and falls like the beating sun, the beating sun, the beating sun.
You don't think about the end when you love someone, love someone
So, let's have some fun, oh darlin'...!"
He showed me love just like a wild one,
My mother brooded once her days were done.
She said this home was not for everyone.
The tears we shed are obsolete,
My father's song is incomplete,
And when I look out at the sea
I'll think of home and be at peace.
