Troubadour

I always meet my mother on any given street
I go towards the light of love until I am complete
Everywhere is sunshine and no one is ashamed
I always see my mother on any given day

I always hear an angel choir when I go to town
It fills my ears with wonder as I watch the snow come down
Everyone is born again and full of Christmas cheer
I always see the angels at this time of the year

I always need a troubadour to take me out of time
To furnish me with roses and elderberry wine
I drink a toast to kindness, courage and good health
I always need a troubador to save me from myself

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