The phonelines are singing
And the moon is shining in the sky
Whistling on the country road
As the wandering boy goes
The phonelines are singing
And the moon watches in the clouds
On the wanderer's journey
No sorrows are to be seen
In a hay barn he stays the night
And munches on his lunch
There he dreams of his honey
While drifting off to sleep
The phonelines are singing
And the moonlight is bright
Free as a heaven's bird
The wanderer is carefree
The phonelines are singing
And the moon is shining in the sky
He's met a lot of truckers on the country road
Such familiar paths this guy still walks
On the wanderer's journey no sorrows are to be seen
Free as a bird of heaven
Missing his sweetheart
Having to cross fields and stick fences
'Cause the girl is waiting somewhere afar
It makes this singer's shoes move
The phonelines are singing
And the moon is shining in the sky
Whistling on the country road
As the wandering boy goes
The phonelines are singing
And the moon watches in the clouds
On the wanderer's journey
No sorrows are to be seen
The girl is waiting somewhere afar
With longing in her heart
Cheerfully the wanderer walks
To see his bonnie
The phonelines are singing and telling tales
Romances of the country road
They play in the wind