[Verse 1] A far-off campfire fades, then rises bright, Across the plain, the people sleep at night. I wander through the wilderness and trees, No country lanes, no rooster on the breeze. I saw a hunter climb the mountain lone, The wind brings rain; the dark will soon be known. Why not pitch one small tent and wait for dawn? The great sun sinks, then climbs the sky again. [Verse 2] The hunter says farewell and walks afar, Beyond my sight, still moving like a star. He goes a long way, then he turns around, This time he looks toward where I stand aground. But he is far; I cannot read his eyes. [Chorus] The sudden wind comes rushing over me, And then I hear his words across the lea: The distant world is stranger than before, Yet danger waits in every pass and door. Please do not follow me, For I will not lead you. [Verse 3] I have one battered tent, worn thin and torn; I only want to take it down and roam. If I should follow you, Believe me, I need no hand to guide me. I’ll shoulder up my tent and cross the edge, Beyond the farthest rim of earth and sky, Even if I cannot see your form. [Chorus] If I should follow you, Believe me, I need no hand to guide me. I’ll shoulder up my tent and cross the edge, Beyond the farthest rim of earth and sky, Even if I cannot see your form.
