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