A lonely bard wandering across the lands am I
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Singing dancing finding answers to every why
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The taverns are full and one crosses my path, too
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I just might reward myself with a beer or two
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This inn the place of many romantic tales
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On the loft women offer their sales
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But my eyes they catch a girl beat by everyone
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A slave she is but for me a rose undone
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Hear me sing
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Watch me dance
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Play that lute of thine
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And share with me this dance
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As she danced my eyes began to shine
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There she was the maiden so divine
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How could I approach her with my outlook so poor
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Her beauty being much more than I could endure
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So I asked if I could sing a chanson
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With a language of ancient and of lore
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Gathered the men around us me and the girl in rags
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Soon were the melodies heard by all who came to pass
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Hear us sing
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Watch us dance
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Sing with us this tale
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With a clap of hands
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The stories long-forgotten we still know
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Performing our skills wherever we go
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I end my story as I receive a kiss
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From my girl the dearest Beatrice
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Hear us sing
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Watch us dance
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Sing with us the tales
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Which the music will keep alive
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Once Upon A Troubadour
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| Nightwish |
