Peter Bradley Adams, travelling man

But you see I cannot settle down
There’s just too much left unfound
I keep drifting like a cloud
On the wind, on the wind

I must keep traveling on
To find the place where I belong
And if I travel ’til the day I die
I’ll make my home somewhere far beyond the sky

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