Tinker’s Trail Johnny Flynn

All of your traveling all on your own
Are you going to tomorrow, or are you headed home?

Summer laughing
Glacial twist
Christmas parting
Knock-out whist
Love’s been in the air too long
Love’s long-trodden face is wrong

I’m still here and this I’m told
When joyful in these days of old
I’m fanciful and resting there
Cared for in the soil bare

All of your traveling all on your own
Are you going to tomorrow, or are you headed home?

A heart beats on the tinker’s trail
Steal kisses midst the stiles and bales
Write sonnets so the hope might flow
Sow seeds of footsteps, something grows

But fields stay barren, fields are fallow
Put posies where our boy might follow
Chew nods off necks, say something clever
Have a belter, ne'er say never