Wandering person! Wandering person! Wandering person!
(Or the root of George f. of "prisoner desire")

I sit down in the German room of the jail, you and us am bright,
Think, of the valuable mother of the happy house for the present,
Damage, I being allowed to do, those and all my eyes "malice, Tho it fills up",
I my colleague the original becoming aware, try the fact that it is cheerful.

The wandering person, the wandering person and the wandering person come,
The boy, the colleague, them, you march, vigor attach.
And depending upon us under the flag of starlight the air of the free land
Of the house of our itself most love breathes, for the second time.

At the front part of fight as for us those,
Cleaned us from hundred people or many separated,
But before we reach to their lines, the back section which is struck making be confused, it made,
As for us when being filled where they who inquire about the scream of o'er and o'er of victory are extremest, standing.

The wandering person, the wandering person and the wandering person come,
The boy, the colleague, them, you march, vigor attach.
And depending upon us under the flag of starlight the air of the free land
Of the house of our itself most love breathes, for the second time.

So we come in the German room of the jail which day,
That it waits opening the door of the iron widely.
And the eye of the sky in order to think concerning we meeting to the house and the friend once more,
Is bright, the poor center is almost brought up gayly.

The wandering person, the wandering person and the wandering person come,
The boy, the colleague, them, you march, vigor attach.
And depending upon us under the flag of starlight the air of the free land
Of the house of our itself most love breathes, for the second time.