The Wanderlust Was In Him

One who left it to others to pursue their dreams of wealth and renown
And one different to most others in the small country town
He made love to many women and enjoyed his fun and beer
One always in a happy mood who led the barroom cheer
In the old town beside the hill he was not one to stay
The wanderlust was in him for places far away
He left one windy Autumn day when brown leaves were drifting down
From branches of their deciduous trees to the sidewalks of the town
He did not stay in the hometown his future was to be elsewhere
He went off for adventure in the bigger World out there
Going back in time four years ago none of his friends know where he is today
He is missed in the country town where at fun making he led the way
He was a happy fellow with a big smile on his face
And the local pub without him is a much duller place.