I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can Perhaps I may become a highwayman again Or I may simply be a single drop of rain But I will remain And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again...
I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away...
Anywhere I hang my heart is home... it's just the closet that keeps moving.
The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses.
I love only one girl, one in every town.
A nomad I was even when I was very small and would stare at the road, that white spellbinding road headed straight for the unknown ... a nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.
My center is the soul of a gypsy.
The traveling heart went free / With endless streams; that strife was stopped; / And down a thousand vales I dropped, / I flowed to Italy.
