Troubadour Songtext

von Heather Dale

No-one knew from whence he'd come
Or all the shadings of his life
He'd walked in dreams across the land
And waking flown within the night

Oh how he enchanted us
'Til summer fled and autumn turned
Oh how he enchanted us
And left us rich with what we'd learned

We knew him from the tales he told
In breath and string in gaze and drum
We marvled at the dancing world
Our simple silence had become

Oh how he enchanted us
'Til summer fled and autumn turned
Oh how he enchanted us
And left us rich with what we'd learned

So raise your voice raise your glass
Raise your voices raise your glass
So raise your voices raise your glass
Oh raise you voices raise your glass

That troubadour has left out hall
Those summer days were far too few
But journeys call to every man
And his like ours began a new

Where once he sat within our hall
And kindled joy in every heart
Where once he sat within our hall
New fingers move upon his harp
New fingers move upon the harp

So raise your voice raise your glass
Raise your voices raise your glass
So raise your voices raise your glass
Oh raise you voices raise your glass