When I tire of life in the city, the hiking trail it calls me When I tire of life in the city, the hiking trail it calls me Out in the field, from the nearest thorn bush, I pick a walking stick And I sing my hiking-song and I sing my hiking song Or I listen to my own footfall, on the trail over mountain and dale Or I listen to my own footfall, on the trail over mountain and dale Then again I am the lonely hiker to the lovely landscape who-knows-where A lifelong wanderer, a lifelong wanderer And the blue veil that stretches over the field, will cover my slumber at night And the blue veil that stretches over the field, will cover my slumber at night And the starry host shall come and go, over the moonlit milky-way And a friendly wink from a far and a friendly wink from a far *** (The original Afrikaans folk song) As ek moeg word vir die lewe in die stad, lok my die wandelpad As ek moeg word vir die lewe in die stad, lok my die wandelpad In die veld pluk ek ’n wandelstaf van die naaste doringboompie af En sing my wandel-lied en sing my wandel-lied Of ek luister na my eie voeteval, op pad oor berg en dal Of ek luister na my eie voeteval, op pad oor berg en dal Dan’s ek weer die eensaam wandellaar na die lekker landstreek wie-weet-waar ’n swerwer lewenslank ’n swerwer lewenslank En die blou plafon wat oor die velde strek, sal saans my sluimer dek En die blou plafon wat oor die velde strek, sal saans my sluimer dek En die sterre heer sal kom en gaan, oor die maanverligte hemelbaan En vriend’lik wink van vêr en vriend’lik wink van vêr - Eitemal aka Wilhelm Jacobus du Plooy Erlank