The nomads of the world,
Forever on the move,
Seeking adventure and freedom,
In a life they choose to groove.

No roots to hold them down,
No walls to confine,
They wander through forests,
And across mountains they climb.

Their walking sticks steady,
Their red bandanas bold,
They travel with purpose,
Through heat and through cold.

Gathering trinkets along the way,
Memories of places they've been,...