Ever since I was old enough to wander I've wandered up down and these rolling hills Barefoot with a fire inside my heart Soaking up every woodsman skill I never had the patience of a farmer I'd rather walk the glen with a gun I've always had a yearning for adventure And a firm pull toward that setting sun To this day when I sit and tary And let me eyes gaze upon the view It stirs my soul to hear a distant turkey And the fire smoldering in the dew I never had the patience of a farmer I'd rather walk the glen with a gun I've always had a yearning for adventure And a firm pull toward that setting sun I never had the patience of a farmer I'd rather walk the glen with a gun I've always had a yearning for adventure And a firm pull toward that setting sun