Little Wandering Fool
Moving through deserts and crossing waters
Roots reaching for fertile soil
But the tides and winds are changing,
Foundations keep shaking,
The road keeps bending,
Rivers keep rolling,
Paths must be made,
And our roles must be played
As we tell our stories day by day.
Little Wandering Fool,
Moving through deserts and crossing waters,
Some day this ship will drop anchor,
And these hands will plant seeds
Of Willow and Peach Trees.
Some day a pair of eyes will say stay
Palms Open. Fingers Loose.
Held and Free
Till then she turns the soil
With the soles of these traveling shoes.
This Little Wandering Fool