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Through the night there rides a minstrel
somewhere in my memory.
I can swear I've felt his fingers
trying hard to set me free.
Will this be?

Every note with pain I follow
trying hard to set it free.
But they vanish in the shadows
of the hidden harmony.
Will this be?

The ink has died a useless death.
The paper mourns it's dead
as my mind awaits the mystic words
that keep me from my bed.

A blessing and a burden
is this gift they claim of me.
To be proffering this cupful
when He offers me the sea.

But there's joy in the setting of the sun
though my best be less than done.
Like the silence that swept the noise away
leaving so much left to say.
And there's so much left to say...


My mind is now somewhere between the blossom and the seed
with the present sandwiched in between.
what's been and what's to be.

A blessing and a burden
is this gift they label time.
To have written so much usefulness
and missed so many lines.

But there's joy in the setting of the sun
though my best be less than done.
Like the silence that swept the noise away
leaving so much left to say.
And there's so mush left to say...

Through the night there rides a minstrel
somewhere in my memory.
I can swear I've felt his fingers
trying hard to set me free.
Will this be?




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Music and lyrics - Jef White
Vocals - Jef White
Guitar - Jef White
Keyboards - Jack Lenz
Bass guitar - Mike Snook
Harp - Rhonda Baker
Producer - Eugene Martynec
Engineer - Ken Friesen


 
Words and music
by Jef White © 1995