THE SEARCHERS What makes a man to wander? What makes a man to roam? What makes a man leave bed an board And turn his back on home? Ride away, ride away, ride away Some men they search for indians For hupback buffalo And even when they've found them They move on lonesome slow 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 A man will search his heart and soul Go searchin way out there His peace of mind he knows he'll find But where, oh Lord, Lord where? Ride away, ride away, ride away What makes am man to wander What makes a man to ream? 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 dep and oh, so white The winds they howl and moan Fir cooks a man his buffalo meat Buöt his lonely heart won't warm Ride away, ride away, ride away