疲惫流浪

[Verse]
In the land of mountains high
Where the rivers flow
Lived a weary wanderer
With nowhere to go
With a voice as deep as the night
He sang his songs
Of love and loss
Of rights and wrongs

[Verse 2]
He roamed through ancient streets
Guitar in hand
With melodies that echoed across the land
His voice resonated with the stories of old
A troubadour of tales yet untold

[Chorus]
Oh
Weary wanderer
Sing your songs of old
Reach into our souls
Let your stories unfold
With each heartfelt melody
You touch our hearts
With the power of your voice
You tear us apart