raconteur troubadour - gentle giant lyrics
gather round the village square
come good people both wretched
and fair.
see the troubadour play on the drum
hear my songs on the lute that i strum.
i will make you laugh,
revel, merry-dance.
throw your pennies, then you’ll hear
more of
the story-telling half.
there’s no other chance,
always move on
raconteur, troubadour.
take the face that you see for the man,
clown and minstrel, i am what i am.
all my family, not of my kin.
home, wherever, the place that i’m in.
humors give me wage,
favors for my art.
rising, falling
everyone struggle on.
all the world’s a stage
all can play their part.
i have chosen
raconteur, troubadour.
dusk is drawing my story is spun,
dawn is falling my day’s work is done.
morning, rested i set on my way.
find new faces to offer my play.
i will make you laugh,
revel, merry-dance.
throw your pennies, then you’ll hear
more of
the story-telling half.
there’s no other chance.
always move on
raconteur-troubadour.
note:
here we have tried to capture something
of the medieval english troubadour,
by the instrumentation, arrangement
and lyrics.
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