This is a romanticized imagining of what a traveling bard’s life is like, minus the hunger and cold and weariness. It’s meant to be a show piece, which is why it extends further up and down the scale than most of my songs do.
The copy on the website is from my minor project, and is a live performance. Apologies for the poor sound quality.
- Oh, the wind sweeps cold across bare lands
- And storms fill skies above!
- I wander to a tavern seeking
- A solace which I love.
- The stage is set near hearthstone bare
- And tavern filled with song
- It is my one and only love
- It is where I belong!
- Chorus:
- Oh, the grass is always greener
- Out beyond your neighbor’s fence.
- And a story’s often better told
- When it’s told in past tense
- A wand’ring bardic life is mine
- And I’ll wander home someday
- When golden blooms adorn the field
- Some warm and sunny day.
- The tavern fills with smoky air,
- The patrons shuffle in
- With glasses of the cheapest ale
- Whose clinking fills the din
- Of mumbling, stumbling voices
- That rise through a chaos round
- But over all the din and noise
- There soars an angel’s sound
- (Chorus)
- A chorus sounds throughout the hall
- From voices rough with ale
- Whose stamping feet do keep the beat,
- And then a love-filled tale,
- And then perhaps an epic fight
- Of heroes done in rhyme
- I charm the inn with tales and lore
- They know were never mine
- (Chorus)
- I play the lute*, I play the pipes
- To the tune of drunken men
- Then finally I’ll shuffle home
- Next day I’ll start again
- Out bright and early with the sun
- To wander field and fen
- I’ll travel till the day is done
- Then in a tavern end.
- (Chorus)
* I sometimes substitute harp for lute here, because I play the harp and not the lute.