Justin Hayward - Troubadour Lyrics
I was only a little boy when; heard the callLike a voice in the wilderness, that calls to us allSo I took to the gipsy life, in the city of loveAnd I walked with the troubadoursAnd flew with the dovesIn the city of loveIn the garden of paradise, I heard a voice singCan still feel the thrill of it, the chills it would bringFar away in the western sky, over the seaTheres a land that we dream about, peaceful and freeWaiting for meHold my hand, let me take you thereLets go walking in the morningAs time goes by, love will wash us cleanLet love bring to us our freedomAnd we will sing of the heroesAnd fly on the breezeLove with the lovers of the worldOh oh oh... well be freeIn the dark of the mystic night, music is bornIn the hands of the troubadour, the piper of dawnAnd its heard of a foreign shore, over the seaIn the land that we dream about, peaceful and freeWaiting for meHold my hand, let me take you thereLets go walking in the morningAs time goes by, love will wash us cleanLet love bring to us our freedomAnd we will sing of the heroesAnd fly on the breezeLove with the lovers of the worldOh oh oh... well be free
