And follows on the dawn. Before you've started living it Your life has nearly gone. You know you can't go home again You fear you can't go on: Come hear the troubador He's playing you a song. You'll share the dusty memories Of all his broken days And wander through the wonders Of life's never-ending maze. Still searching for a homeland A place where he can stay: Come listen to the troubador Before he slips away. Confusion rules the country And nightmare stalks the shore: Hide your wife and children Set guards upon your door, For death's the only victor Upon the field of war ~ So leave him empty-handed: Come hear the troubador. Click play button to play audio More Songs Poetry Back to Index |
