Gentle Giant - Raconteur Troubadour Lyrics
Gather round the village squareCome good people both wretched and fair.See the troubadour play on the drumHear my songs on the lute that I strum.I will make you laugh,Revel, Merry-dance.Throw your pennies, then you'll hear more ofthe story-telling half.There's no other chance,Always move onRaconteur, 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, fallingEveryone struggle on.All the world's a stageAll can play their part.I have chosenRaconteur, 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 ofThe story-telling half.There's no other chance.Always move onRaconteur-Troubadour.Note:Here we have tried to capture somethingof the medieval English troubadour,by the instrumentation, arrangementand lyrics.-----------------------------------------------
