I am a travelling woman
Looking in the eyes of saints
And seeing my reflection
Out and inside
Everyone and everything
I am a travelling woman
Looking in and out
For guidance, for truth
For the fire, for the water
Always leaving, always arriving
Every meeting has a separation
Every separation, a reunion
I am a travelling woman
Who sings out of tune
But from the heart
My guitar just learnt to speak
Or maybe I learnt to hear
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