I have wandered through many countries,
Plucked fair fruit from many trees.
I've held many girls in my arms
and tasted their charms.
And many have tried to bind me
only to wake and find me
gone with the dawn's wind.
 
Hotly they've loved, closely they clung to me
and all tasted sweet that lay in my arms.
Yet with the sun I rose and was gone,
riding the wind to another fair dawn.
 
Fair were the flowers I've plucked by the wayside,
never lingering.
Love's star waneth
as it waxeth,
but a day
and the sun slides into the sea.
 
Close in my heart I hide my first love.
She thinks not of me.
It was so long ago
I find it hard to remember.
 
For I've held many girls in my arms,
many a sweet body I've ravaged.
I care not what colour they are
so long as they're ripe for plucking.
I ride the dawn wind, follow
where e'er it may blow.
 
My heart makes merry and my song is gay,
alone I stride down a broad highway.