Version 2
(Verse 1)
From distant lands, a traveler comes,
Through shadows deep, under moon and sun,
With a cloak of blue, he moves like a breeze,
Wandering Trader, from far mysteries.
(Chorus)
Oh, Wandering Trader, what secrets do you bear?
What treasures hide in the pouches you wear?
Oh, Wandering Trader.
Oooh, oooh.
(Verse 2)
One day he’s here, then fades with the light,
Gone like the wind in the still of the night,
With emeralds ready, we gather ’round near,
What will he trade this time of year?
(Chorus)
Oh, Wandering Trader, what gifts do you bring?
From mountains high or the valleys green?
Oh, Wandering Trader.
Oooh, oooh, oh.
(Bridge)
Over mountains steep and deserts wide,
The Trader roams with no place to bide,
Today he’s here, tomorrow he’s gone,
Like a fleeting dream at the break of dawn.
(Verse 3)
He whispers tales of lands unseen,
Snow-covered peaks and rivers serene,
A wanderer’s life with secrets untold,
We wait for his stories as the night grows cold.
(Chorus)
Oh, Wandering Trader, where do you roam?
Will you return when the stars are shown?
A wandering spirit, a friend to all,
When will we see you again, oh traveler tall?
(Outro)
So here’s to the Trader, whose secrets remain,
To the magic he carries through sun and rain,
Till we meet once more under the moon’s glow,
We’ll watch the horizon, waiting for him to show.
(Fade out)
Oh, Wandering Trader, come back someday,
We’ll be here waiting in our fields to play.