Wandering minstrel carry my song
Far away to those I love
Telling all that nothing is wrong
You words soaring like a dove
Whisper words of caring
To fall upon their ears
Strum notes of longing
To wipe away their tears
Soon I’ll follow after you
Back to those who are so dear
Happy just to see the view
Having those I love so near
Wandering minstrel carry my song
Telling all that nothing is wrong
Aimée © September 2000