Wild wanderers
Winding roads, on winding roads we drift
Broken palaces
Empty rooms, in empty rooms we sit
Yet sons and daughters we remain
You call my name

Oh with open arms adopted into this
Lo - ve tattered rags for a crown of hope
Your kingdom come in our hearts your will be done
This orphan child made royal

Made royal
Made royalty
Made royal
Made royalty

No longer lost but welcomed home
Renamed by love, we stand as one