The Minstrel

<br>Theres a love in my life neither mistress or wife<br><br>And she waits for me every morning by the sea<br><br>Where the fishing hawk wheels and the sun warms the seals<br><br>There she lays at her silent anchorage for me<br><br><br><br>She is fine, she is fleet, she will run, reach or beat<br><br>With a song in her rigging and her sails<br><br>And when day is done we will lay two as one<br><br>And sleep neath the rolling rhythm of the stars<br><br><br><br>And we sail away off to jericho bay<br><br>Where the blue of the sea meets the sky<br><br>And the song that she sings me, it brings me such peace<br><br>When the seas rise up angry and high<br><br>Shes a friend of mine ~ the minstrel<br><br><br><br>There are loons off to port and the porpoises sport<br><br>In her wake as she breaks the rolling main<br><br>And with the wind in her sails, we will run with the whales<br><br>As they swim through their dark, diminishing domain<br><br><br><br>And we sail away off to jericho bay<br><br>Where the blue of the sea meets the sky<br><br>And the song that she sings me, it brings me such peace<br><br>When the seas rise up angry and high<br><br>Shes a friend of mine ~ the minstrel