Lyrics:

When I was a boy, I had to know what I would find just over the hill
And while still a lad, I had to go and so you see I'm rambling still

Life's golden cup was filled for me with happiness in measures untold
But I left the one who cared for me a treasure's worth so much more than gold

Young men that roam, take heed today, the call of the road can be so unkind
It will lead you on like a fickle kiss, and a wasted life is all you'll ever find