The Blues of a Wandering Heart

Lyrics: Caronte 2025 Youtube: Inoxidables Podcast Podcast: go.ivoox.com/sq/2330386 I had a farm, a piece of land so free, A wife beside me, as happy as could be. We’d dream of children running through the fields, Love so strong, it could never yield. But fate came calling, and it tore us apart, Left me broken with a wandering heart. With my guitar in hand, and nowhere to go, I sang to the heavens, to let my sorrow show. She fell so ill, no doctor could mend, The woman I loved, my life, my friend. The day she left, the skies turned gray, And on that same day, I walked away. Fate came calling, and it tore us apart, Left me broken with a wandering heart. With my guitar in hand, and nowhere to go, I sang to the heavens, to let my sorrow show. They say I roamed the country far and wide, With her picture near, and my pain inside. The streets were my stage, the sky was my roof, Every note I played was living proof. Years went by, my body grew weak, But I’d sing her name, every word unique. One cold night, they found me gone, With her picture in my hands, I sang my last song. Fate came calling, and it tore us apart, Left me broken with a wandering heart. Now my story ends, but her love remains, In the songs I sang, through joy and pain.