Raconteur Troubadour Lyrics

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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