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The Ballad to Wanderer's Lake by Gregory Boyer

Close your eyes and let your imagination let you dive into the haunting legend of Wanderer’s Lake — a place where the swamp keeps its secrets and the past never truly dies.These chilling lyrics unravel the story of a lost boy, a handmade boat, and a small town full of rumors that blurred the line between truth and tragedy. Some say he ran away. Others swear the swamp took him. But when the moon rises and the frogs fall silent, locals whisper that you can still hear his voice drifting through the cypress trees… calling out to anyone carrying pain of their own. This song blends Southern gothic storytelling, mystery, and raw emotion into an atmospheric tale of heartbreak, escape, and the eerie pull of the unknown. If you love dark folklore, ghostly ballads, and songs that feel like stepping into an urban legend — press play and follow the call to Wanderer’s Lake. The Ballad to Wanderer’s Lake Way down in the swamps where the black water sleeps Where the Cypress trees stands and you hear ghost weeps Where Grannies tell their stories and make children shake ’Bout the gators that’ll eat cha if you go to the lake Then they’ll tell you ‘bout the boy who had run away that day He had built himself a little boat to help him get away He had packed himself a toothbrush and a memory of pain And he left before the sunrise and was never seen again I’m a wanderer, come look for me I’m chasing who I’m meant to be If you are lost and can’t go home The swamps won’t let you feel alone I’m a wanderer, come if you dare Bring all your pain and hurts right here Just sing my name before dawn breaks And come out to Wanderer’s Lake Some say that he had troubles-rumors has it he sold drugs Some say that he got bullied and just wanted to be loved Others say his momma loved him, but his daddy didn’t care He got beat sometimes and you could see the bruises everywhere And some say that he was lost-and the gossip they would grow People thought he was a monster ‘cause the rumors made it so That he got a young girl pregnant and was messed up in the head And some people probably guess by now-that he just might be dead I’m a wanderer, come look for me, I’m chasing who I’m meant to be, If you are lost and can’t go home, The swamps won’t let you feel alone I’m a wanderer, come if you dare, Bring all your pain and hurts right here, Just sing my name before dawn breaks And come out to the Wanderer’s Lake He would tell folks he was gonna leave and hopes the town would burn He said “don’t you be surprised when I am gone and won’t return” When they say his boat was found-it was floating in one place There was no blood found or any sign of him to close the case Cops said gators probably got him and the news claimed suicide And his daddy started drinking and his Mama cried and cried And the place where he had disappeared-they called it Wander’s Lake ‘Caused the swamp won’t ask for anything-it only wants to take When the moon comes out at night-and the frogs they won’t speak You can hear that poor boy singing-like a whisper way too weak Not a scream-not a cry-as it tries to pull you near And you want to keep on listening as it hooks you by the ear He is lost and still he wanders-never finding what he thought Something that could make him happy-and the love he always sought And I pray your kids won’t listen whether sleep or wide awake May they never hear the death song from the boy of Wanderer’s Lake I’m a wanderer, come look for me, I’m chasing who I’m meant to be, If you are lost and can’t go home, The swamps won’t let you feel alone I’m a wanderer, come if you dare, Bring all your pain and hurts right here, Just sing my name before dawn breaks And come out to the Wanderer’s Lake Come out to Wander’s Lake Come out to Wander’s Lake Come out to Wander’s Lake Come out to Wander’s Lake Lyrics by Gregory Boyer Video created by Gregory Boyer