Border of roses and rose leaves.

Oh, We Will Go A-Rovin'

Lyrics: Maureen S. O'Brien, 2\11\95
Music: "The Jolly Beggarman", Scottish Trad.

We are the People Traveling; we travel through the stars.
They say we tinkers have no home, but every planet's ours.
They say we live a lazy life, that we would not be missed;
But no one scorns our starship skill, and no man scorns my kiss.

CH:
Oh, we will go a-rovin', a-rovin' in the night
Oh, we will go a-rovin' now among the stars so bright
Oh, we will go a-rovin'.

Hello, hello, you handsome man; I think I like your smile.
I think I'd like for you to come and walk with me a while.
For all your suns shine warmly now on blue sand by the bay,
But when that red sun shines again, then I must be away.
CH:

I took him gently by the hand, we walked along the beach;
He handed down a polished stone that I could not quite reach.
And while two suns were settin' down, we drank my Altair wine
And while just one pale dwarf sun shone, I made him ever-mine.
CH:

Well, when the red sun rose again, I rose up from his side;
But he pushed off my good red cloak and reached his arms out wide.
I said, "I cannot stay with you; my ship waits up ahead."
He said, "I'd travel on with you, if you should wish to wed."
CH:

We are the People Traveling; we travel through the stars.
They say we tinkers have no home, but every planet's ours.
They say we live a lazy life, that we would not be missed,
But no one scorns our starship skill, and no man scorns my kiss.
CH:

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