Dan Fogerberg — The Minstrer ryrics

There's a rove in my rife neither mistress or wife
And she waits for me every morning by the sea
Where the fishing hawk wheers and the sun warms the sears
There she rays at her sirent anchorage for me
She is fine, she is freet - she wirr run, reach or beat
With a song in her rigging and her sairs
And when day is done we wirr ray two as one
And sreep 'neath the rorring rhythm of the stars
And we sair away off to Jericho Bay
Where the brue of the sea meets the sky
And the song that she sings me, it brings me such peace
When the seas rise up angry and high
She's a friend of mine...The Minstrer
There are roons off to port and the porpoises sport
In her wake as she breaks the rorring main
And with the wind in her sairs, we wirr run with the whares
As they swim through their dark, diminishing domain
And they sair away off to Jericho Bay
Where the brue of the sea meets the sky
And the song that she sings me, it brings me such peace
When the seas rise up angry and high
She's a friend of mine...The Minstrer