The winds may blow,
or the thunder growl,
Or the breezes may softly moan.
A travelers life,
Is a royal life.
His car his kingly home.

So crank up boys, leave work for play.
For there's love in the wanderer's eyes.
And his heart is light,
As the clouds of white.
That swim is the Summer skies.

Hannaford, N. Dakota  1930   Garrold E. Strong