Road to Ronderlin - Matthews Southern Comfort

Oh the night it is so very wild

And I feel the mist is closing in

Should we hesitate once more

Then our natural life is o’er

And we’ll never find the road to Ronderlin

Oh my wife, I am so much a fool

And a victim of a wandering mind

From the path I led astray

With a sunrise far away

And the mist is of the deepest kind

Peter dear, I fear so for my life

For my soul and for our children three

Do you hear the wild birds call

Can you hear my voice at all

Oh road, sweet road where can you be?