The Broken Wing/Wandering Beggars

​Wandering Beggars

From the threshold of the DawnOn we wander, always onTill the friendly light be gone Y' Allah! Y' Allah!
We are free-born sons of Fate,What care we for wealth or stateOr the glory of the great? Y' Allah! Y' Allah!
Life may grant us or withholdRoof or raiment, bread or gold,But our hearts are gay and bold. Y' Allah! Y' Allah!
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Time is like a wind that blows, The future is a folded rose, Who shall pluck it no man knows,  Y' Allah! Y' Allah!
So we go a fearless band, The staff of freedom in our hand Wandering from land to land,  Y' Allah! Y' Allah!
Till we meet the Night that brings Both to beggars and to kings The end of all their journeyings,  Y' Allah! Y' Allah!
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