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Raconteur Troubadour 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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Schooldays lyrics
Working All Day lyrics
Peel The Paint lyrics
Mister Class And Quality? lyrics
Three Friends lyrics
The Advent of Panurge lyrics
A Cry for Everyone lyrics
Knots lyrics
The Boys in the Band lyrics
Dog's Life lyrics
Think of Me With Kindness lyrics
River lyrics
Proclamation lyrics
So Sincere lyrics
Aspirations lyrics
Playing the Game lyrics
Cogs in Cogs lyrics
No God's a Man lyrics
The Face lyrics
Valedictory lyrics
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