The Last Tinker’s Minstrel

The Last Tinker's Minstrel
Word and Music by JP Andrews

I left her on a clear an sunny morning
I never ment to cause her so much pain
But she knew I was a tinker's son
And bread 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 roads
I feel the urging ever onward
Though 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 Jerico
And he left a trail of broken hearts
Shatterd by his songs
And where he finially ended no one really know

And I am the last
I am the last Tinker's Minstrel
And I travel down the winding roads
I feel the urging ever onward
Though summer sun and winter snow
And where it leads me I will go

Now for those who can
A farmer's life's a good one
And the blacksmith has a fine and nobile trade
But to spend my time 'neath the chrystal skys
Means more than you can know
And is worth more to me than all the gold you've made

And I am the last
I am the last Tinker's Minstrel
And I travel down the winding roads
I feel the urging ever onward
Though summer sun and winter snow
And where it leads me I will go

And I am the last
I am the last Tinker's Minstrel
And I travel down the winding roads
I feel the urging ever onward
Though summer sun and winter snow
And where it leads me I will go