I left her on a clear and sunny morning
I'd never meant to cause her so much pain
But she knew I was a tinker's son, bred to walk the road
And so I packed my bag and started off again

And I am the last, I am the last tinker's minstrel
And I travel down the winding road
I feel the urging ever onward
Through summer sun and winter snow
And where it leads me I will go

I am a traveling man just like my father was before me
He traveled down from France to Jericho
And he left a trail of broken hearts shattered by his song
And where he finally ended no one really knows

Now for those who can, a farmer's life's a good one
And the blacksmith has a fine and noble trade
But to spend my life 'neath the crystal skies means more than you can know
And is worth more to me than all the gold you've made

words and music by JP Andrews

© Raven Boy Music, ASCAP