Our lives are little drops of rain
In storms of time we're born again
Our tales retold from times of old
Just travelers in time who cannot remain

Now I'm a wild English rose
in the thistle and heather
With clover and shamrock
all growin' together
A distant blown seed of Charlemagne
A wild Irish rose of a Scottish hame

Once I was a tinker lad
Only roving made me glad
The love of my life a stone hearted wife
I laid and longed for love in my bed

Once I loved my sailors three
Who loved and left only their seed
Each in turn would ne'er return
Leaving me seven mouths to feed

Our lives are little drops of rain
In storms of time we're born again
Our tales retold from times of old
Just travelers in time who cannot remain

©1996 Victoria Parks