What makes a man to wander
What makes a man to roam?
What makes a man leave bed and board
And turn his back on home?
Ride away (Ride away), ride away (ride away), ride away

Now, a man will search for fortune
Of silver and of gold
While a weary heart grows old
Ride away , ride away , ride away

The snow is deep and oh, so white
The winds they howl and moan
Fire cooks a man his buffalo meat
But his lonely heart won't warm
Ride away, ride away, ride away