I'm getting rather restless
I know that soon I'll be
Looking for a place to go
Somewhere over sea.

I sometimes think I'm a gipsy
With wandering in my blood
I get this itchy feeling
And need to get abroad.

I wish I had a fortune
I'd sail both far and wide
Stopping off at random
Let my feelings be my guide

I love the place I live in.
The place that I call home.
But somewhere deep inside me.
I have this urge to Roam.