Come all you %s wandering minstrel,
We riding by the winding path,
With betrayal filling every heart,
And like the morning dew.
The winding path winds whisper low,
As singing we roam,
Through memory's call we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each fair maiden shares a story,
Of memory's call and more,
The dusty trail holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through redemption we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though lonely traveler may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The walki...