Tex Ritter - Searchers lyrics

What makes a man to wander What makes a man to roam? What makes a man leave bed and board And turn his back on home? Ride away (Ride away), ride away (ride away), ride away Now, a man will search for fortune Of silver and of gold The silver he finds in his hair While a weary heart grows old Ride away , ride away , ride away The snow is deep and oh, so white The winds they howl and moan Fire cooks a man his buffalo meat But his lonely heart won't warm Ride away, ride away, ride away