Charles of Whithorse |
They call me the minstrel, The road is my home
I often grow weary, I'm often alone.
Your joys are my burden, your cares are my load
Where ever it takes me, I'll follow the road.
So lend my your ears, I'll not need them for long.
If you tell my your mood, I'll sing you a song
Ballads, or love songs, no problem for me
Your joy is your pleasure, your smile is my fee
I'll give you laughter with a song full of mirth
Or tell you a tale of our mother earth
I'll sing songs of adventure beneath clear blue skies
Or a song of lost love to bring tears to your eyes.
So take my hand and follow me.
I'll show you the lands far over the sea
No walls to confine us, our burdens we'll share
We'll go where the wind blows, as free as the air.
The sky is my cealing my bed is the ground
My joy comes in singing where ever I'm bound
I'll always be singing where ever I roam
They call me the minstrel, the road is my home
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