The breeze picked me up like an old trusted friend,

Set me rolling along through the grass and the bend.

No weight on my shoulders, no burden to stand,

Just a quiet little wander for a Bramblin Man.

I didn’t fight nothing, didn’t try to steer,

Let the world drift by in a way that felt clear.

If this is the road after life’s final span,

Then I’ll take it slow, just a Bramblin Man.

So carry me, wind, through the wide open span,

I’m a soul in the tumble, a Bramblin Man.

If this is the road after life’s final plan,

I’ll take one more round

As a Bramblin Man.

I woke in the dirt with a mind full of haze,

No footsteps left in my old earthly ways.

The wind grabbed hold like a stranger’s hand,

And it pulled me along through the dust and the land.

I called out scared for the life I knew,

But the world rolled by in a soft, familiar view.

Then I saw the fields where my heart once ran,

And the fear eased off this wandering Bramblin Man.

So carry me, wind, through the wide open span,

I’m a soul in the tumble, a Bramblin Man.

If this is the road after life’s final plan,

I’ll take one more round

As a Bramblin Man.

I rolled past the creek where my children would play,

Past the fence I built back in my younger days.

Every hill, every trail, every old worn span,

Still remembers the steps of the man I began.

And I felt something warm in this wandering form,

Like the land saying softly, “You’re still part of the storm.”

I’m not gone, just drifting, still part of the plan —

And I’m grateful to roam as a Bramblin Man.

So carry me, wind, through the wide open span,

I’m a soul in the tumble, a Bramblin Man.

If this is the road after life’s final plan,

I’ll take one more round

As a Bramblin Man.