A Wistful, wandering soul
walks the fields this night
a dreamer, lover, an artist
a vision of glowing light
she walks her lonely path
lives her life each day
searching for some comfort
hoping to live her dreams
she fears she has lost
her pot of shining gold
where is it that she goes
those dark and feeling times?
Her rainbow is in sight
will she ever reach that line
so fragile and so meek
when finally is her time?
A little bit more courage
a bit more you'll be fine
step a little closer
my life will be mine
