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A merry minstrel, that is I
A nomad of the land
For fools may cage themselves away
In courtyards, towns and villages wide
But for myself, nay
No town may hold me
For I am free and wild

A teller of tales,
A spinner of songs
Thus the task handed to me
A life of roaming
A life of wandering
A life so wild and free

I sing my songs to all and one
I tell my tales to those who listen
With ditty and with minuet
With lyre in calloused hand
I wander this wonderful rolling land

Keep your towns, your villages, your castles
This is the life for me

But beneath a starry sky
In the rolling fields of green
If you sit around the fire
I'll tell you where I've been
Hearken to the minstrel's tale!
Listen to me, close and well
Beneath the stars, I'll enchant you this night
Fill you with wonder by this dying firelight

For I will sing to you of heroes
Amongst the poorest men
Of Gods and Goddesses alike
Delights to all, tales of power
Tales of woe
And laughter will ring amongst the stones
And mirth will seep into your bones

But ere, when sun wakes from her bed
While you still rest your weary head
The embers die and with the smoke
I'll disappear, away again
To dance and sing my song for men
and women and children, all
As is my code, my life

But dwell on what I spoke that night,
Remember with your heart
Think on what I said and sang
And when we danced, the joy that rang
Throughout the fields, so rich and gold
Remember these, the songs of old

And should the tears come to your eyes,
For you have lost the singer you prize,
Fret not and worry no more
For valiantly and without fear
I shall return anew next year

A merry minstrel, that is I
A peaceful walker of this world
Towns, castles, cities; I let them be
For nomadic is ny nature,
Forever wild and free