Magical, Medicine Traveler, Oh where can I buy your goods? Magical, Medicine Traveler, In the mountains, desert or woods?

Magical, Medicine Traveler, Please do tell me where you are. Magical, Medicine Traveler, I pray at night it’s not too far.

Magical, Medicine Traveler, They said you were real. Magical, Medicine Traveler, It is worry I most feel.

Magical, Medicine Traveler, I’ve scoured every island, every place, Magical, Medicine Traveler, How I long to see your face.

Magical, Medicine Traveler, I need you, I need you now. Magical, Medicine Traveler, Just tell me where art thou?

Magical, Medicine Traveler, I’m getting tired. Show yourself. Magical, Medicine Traveler. I’m quickly losing my health.

Magical, Medicine Traveler, I’ve given up all hope, I threw. Magical, Medicine Traveler, I really, really hate you.

Magical, Medicine Traveler, I hate you for not being here. Magical, Medicine Traveler, I hate you for never being near.

Magical, Medicine Traveler, I hate you for letting me cry those nights alone. Magical, Medicine Traveler, You were never real, skin to bone.

The Travelling medicine man Of a big travelling medicine clan A traveller A raveller A big bag bavller

The traveling medicine man Of a big travelling medicine clan He rides his horse while reading morse of course

The traveling medicine man Of a big travelling medicine clan has bottles and boxes galore but you never see him at the store

The traveling medicine man of a big traveling medicine clan His bsig chucky boots dont match his white suit But he still wears it anyway

The traveling medicine man of a big traveling medicine clan He gives you a shot Ouch! That hurts a lot

The traveling medicine man of a big traveling medicine clan He is big and scary But don’t be wary He is just a traveling medicine man

“Are you here?” Asked the girl. A cough. “I am.” Said the man. A lie. He was gone. Jumping over rocks. Running over train tracks. Catapulting off of cliffs. Down. Down. And back up again. He was digging in the dirt. He was playing with fire. He was flirting and building, hating and crying… He was everywhere, but there. Where he desperately needed to be. “Are you here?” Asked the girl. A plea. “I am not.” Said the man. A truth. Then he got up and walked away.

Medicine man came to town When all were stricken down Bodies riddled with hidden wounds Dressing their heads with crimson crowns Medicine man sold his goods And vowed to cured us where we stood Sending us into painless sleep To rest in the old dead woods.

If you’ve an ailment An issue or three Hail the traveling Medicine man

He’ll come to thee Without nary a delay Hail the traveling Medicine man

The townspeople say What a good fellow is he Hail the traveling Medicine man

He has cured me I shall sing his praise Hail the traveling Medicine man

It certainly pays A magical talent like his Hail the traveling Medicine man

A great business He’s saved one and all Hail the traveling Medicine man

His prices are tall But he’s earned it well Hail the magical Mystical Mental or Metaphysical Man of mythic So scientific Uber-terrific Traveling Medicine man

Laughter is the best medicine On the stage 8-9 Cast your cares and sit about I’ll make sure you have a good time

He comes to my door With his bag and his disdain Peddling cures to make me: Happier, easier, livelier In my home he sits Displaying the vials, the tablets Opening a tome to teach Me, like a school child, About what’s wrong with Me, and how to fix the sadness I take a tablet from his hand, Tremble in the worry, And place it in my mouth Where it dissolves Into … Happiness I stand and shake his hand Watching from the window A wide smile As he strides next door Doing the same for my neighbor As he did for me

What a man of miracles

The traveling medicine man this morning came to call So close I was to my demise a way to end it all He shared ancient wisdom of struggle pain and strife Challenging times are regular here through out my aging life I have seen beauty once and again I see but pain The sun shines bright this morning coming soon more rain If I am to rise above the sky’s deep sorrow its vibe so cold and gray Toxicity and anger I release aloud and pray He coaxed me from my gloom a smile upon his lips Rise he said no worry simply reroute your trip A feeling swells within me now gentle calm at peace The gift he left behind with me he said go forth and play Carry on dear child of stars he turned and walked away

The traveling miracle worker He travels day and night He brings you hope and peace He can give you light

He hears your cries and worries People will say he is a fake People will continue to judge But he will be your attorney

He will feed the hungry from scraps He’ll turn water into wine He’ll catch every stone tossed He’ll heal the blind

He understands your burdens The curse the fallen casts on you He understands you know not He understands the battle you fought

His healing doesn’t cost much Only love in return He wants what is best for you He’ll protect you from the burns

He’ll sacrifice himself Lay himself on the wire Just so you can have peace Just so you can be pleased

Don’t doubt in him Cast your faith Believe the path he walks As you’ll heal in its wake

In towns where whispers weave through air, And cobblestones tell tales of yore, There roams a man with silvered hair, With potions, herbs, and folklore galore.

His wagon creaks through dawn's soft glow, And down the cobblestones of the lands, Each vial and jar, a world to know, Behold the traveling medicine man.

He speaks in tongues of ancient roots, Of healing leaves and honeyed balm, His hands, they hold the magic touch, No need for a magic wand.

His eyes, a mirror of the skies, Reflect the hertz of every man. With every remedy he applies, Life's ailments flee on his command.

Yet, when the stars claim the night's embrace, And silence falls upon the land, He faces the mirror, a solemn face, The healer's heart he cannot mend.

For every laugh and grateful tear, He's traded pieces of his heart, A lonely path he treads in fear, That from himself, he drifts apart.

His hands that soothe the deepest ache, Are powerless to heal his own, In twilight's hush, he lies awake, The medicine man, forever alone.

So, spare a thought for this gentle soul, Whose life to others he did hand, For in the art of making whole, He lost himself, the medicine man.