Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, rich
man, poor man, beggarman, thief,
Butcher, baker, candlestick maker, I'll be none of these.
I'll be a singer, not a church-bell ringer, I'll use my voice to carry the load,
I'll tell the story, heartfelt or carefree, and share a song along the road.
I'll change direction and risk rejection, I'll travel far and
An endless highway, I'm going my way, a loving friend close by my side.
There will be hard years but put aside fears, friends are for
loving good times or bad,
I'll think on new ways, remember old days, but my resolve is ironclad.
I'm poor in stipends but rich in good friends, I will not
beg, nor will I thieve,
I'm not a wastrel, I am a minstrel, my song will stay though I must leave.