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

 

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