The Song of the Meanderers

Winding, meandering, leading on,
The road we take is fair and long.
We wander on from here to there,
And we will perform most anywhere.

One play, a castle lawn,
Next day, we’re sure to be gone,
Next play, a village square –
But when you come back, we won’t be there.

We’re going somewhere, we don’t know where,
We only know we must be there,
And when we come, it’s then we know,
There’s still a place we want to go.

We’ve practiced all our acts for weeks
We cannot hurry on and leave
We’ll show them to you, then we’ll depart –
Skipping on to the tune in our hearts.