The Ballad to Wanderer's Lake by Gregory Boyer

Описание: 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