Tinker’s daughter, passing fair,
Storms for eyes and wind for hair,
Whether you shall wither,
Or whither in the weather,
Decisions are for someday-else,
And often not for ever.

Tinker’s daughter, passing strange,
Seeking something, fearing change,
Go and choose a wind that’s blowing,
Let it take you where you’re going,
Some things are for learning now,
And most for never knowing.

Tinker’s daughter, passing time,
Waste no more in riddle-rhyme.
Don the wings you build with dreaming,
Begin with being, end your seeming,
Brave the journey worlds away,
Hearth and home are always beaming.

Tinker’s daughter, passing by
I’m of earth, and you’re of sky
Tinkers come like luck and sorrow,
Here today and gone tomorrow.
You have my heart, but yours I fear,
Was only mine to borrow.