She lived in a golden palace
Her life was devoid of any malice
She wanted more than gold
One day she set out beyond the pasture
Then she was alarmed by gentle laughter
She knew tales of old
She came upon a singing choir
Delighted, she drew her lyre
Joined along in song and dance
Became a fine vagrant
They traveled the woods, the trees were shelter
Her parents laid out a plan to help her
Who were they to save?
They stayed in a tavern throughout the winter
Just singing songs for board and dinner
They were on their way
On the eve of the spring, they were packing all of their things
The messenger that would bring a weathered letter left with a grin
The note read
"Daughter, oh daughter, please make your way home
Father, your father, his heart has turned to stone
Mother, your mother, asks this pain to quell
Promise, we promise, we just want to know you're well"
She ran it by the singing choir
Delighted, she packed her lyre
Joined along in song and dance
This group of fine vagrants
When at last they reached her home and much to their surprise
Father greeted them with anger in his eyes
Though these vagrants brought her home
All their good deeds were unknown
Seemed they stole the girl away
For their crimes they must pay
She set free the imprisoned choir
Delighted, she drew her lyre
Ran away to sing and dance and live life as a vagrant
Oh no!