My mind, it goes a-wandering
Away from where I am
Strolling down the streets of Rome
The ports of Amsterdam
There is no destination wrong
Everywhere is fine
From sailing on the ocean vast
To the subway line
It doesn’t matter where I go
There’s always much to see
Everything’s more fun with two
Come along with me
We need no map to tell the way
We need no detailed graph
Imagination is our guide
Innocence, our path
A Touch of Gold 