The Roving Journeyman

A rainbow ends around the bend. In the dreams of a roving journeyman.

When I was a lad of 17. And as strong as any

man. Me father said, "Come home, me son. You'll be working

on the land." He showed me how to work the plow and how to

plant the corn. But I dreamed of the days I'd take to the ways

of the roving journeyman. Oh, I'm the roving one.

Following the rivers, following the sun. A rainbow ends around the bend. In the dreams

of a roving journeyman. I worked for greedy farmers. And I plowed