There's a man I know whose eyes are
On the far horizon,
His feet upon the open road,
When he sees the mountains beckon.
All he needs for comfort is the warmth of sun on stone,
And the wind from the moor delights the marrow of his bones.

And the call of the wild gets louder
As the man I know gets older,
Till the longing for the never-ending road
Is all he knows.

There's a man I know who hears the
Music of the wilderness.
It sings sweetly to him,
And it fills his heart with gentleness.
Underneath the stars he lies and
Sleepwalks through his dreams,
And moonshine lights his ways and
Watches over him.

And the call of the wild...

There's a man I know who walks down roads
Where I will never go,
Cloud and mountain speak to him in words
That I will never know.
Even when he's home he's far away, too far to find
He's in another world
And I am left behind

And the call of the wild