Vagabond

Left a bag of bones,A trail of stones,For to find my way home.Now, as the air grows cold,The trees unfold,I was lost, and now foundAnd who knows, know, know, who knows (X2)(Left a bag of bones,A trail of stones,For to find my way home.Now, as the air grows cold,The trees unfold,I was lost, and now found) X2