Did I hear you say they’re wandering?   They’re rendering the seas and seasons   And I hear they are wondering why   They would wander to their home in the sky -   O’ the wandering, O’ the sundering      And for the rendering, the hopes ‘n’ horses   When my feet are tired on moss an’ grasses   O’ the wandering, O’ the sundering      Soon, o’ how soon the Autumn comes along!   Here, yes even here, no-one will know you.   Over me the loneliness of trees   Rest ‘n’ rustle rolling over me   O’ the wandering, O’ the sundering      And the humming of your hopes ‘n’ horses,   For the tendering and wondering why –   O’ the wandering, O’ the sundering   O’ how soon, how soon…