Thomas Bertram is my name
Know I not from whence I came
Looking for the age old land of promise
Most folks call me “Roaming Thomas”
Wondering where I’m going
Singing a lonesome song
Move along, move on
Fording rivers crossing prairies
Living off of wild berries
Wondering where I’m going
Singing a lonesome song
Move along, move on
I’ll stay real cool in the middle of summer
Fanning the breeze as a minstrel strummer
Stressing virtue righting wrongs
Whistling tunes and humming songs
Wondering where I’m going
Singing a lonesome song
Move along, move on
If night comes round before I’m done
I’ll travel on without the sun
Hunting valleys climbing mountains
Quenching thirst from nature’s fountains
Wondering where I’m going
Move along, move on
Yes Thomas Bertram is my name
Trapper and hunter of wild game
Looking for the age old land of promise
Most folks call me “Roaming Thomas”
Wondering where I’m going
Singing a lonesome song
Move along, move on
Move along, move on
CKR Jan
2003