Did you know the half listening world is sitting on its throne Kings and queens judging you from home And you're the minstrel in their court With looks
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Remembering the things he'd done and seen He now can reason why He soon will have to die And the Minstrel Boy's not singing any more. And the Minstrel
Fui un trovador errante sombra por caminos sin alas Mis riquezas fueron aquellos sitios donde aprendan mis canciones quienes me las mostraban vagabundos
Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it roll? Who's gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin? Who's gonna let it down easy to save
So I stand still In front of the crowd Excited faces What will be next? I still don't have a clue
The faithful crowd is gathered here, soon they'll appear The high and mighty show up, the king is in doubts Apart from this beggar here, there's no one
meets the sky And the song that she sings me, it brings me such peace When the seas rise up angry and high She's a friend of mine ~ the minstrel There
I am a mute with broken fingers, Swollen lips, and faith in telepathy. Pain for poetry - Knock heads with me. I have a muse, with breezy fingers And supple
You're the minstrel gigolo, don't you know? You sing your songs of love so soft and low And they want you more and more All the young and lonely girls
The minstrel boy to the war has gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he hath girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him; "
us from Satan's hand? Leading them away to a foreign land Play for me, minstrel, play and take away our sorrows Play for me, minstrel, play and we'll
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call behold there lies a kingdom go forth ye minstrel tall sing of your wisdom spread tidings of joy a feast of song and laughter ye courtyard minstrel
the sky And the songs that she sings me It brings me such peace When the seas rise up angry and high She's a friend of mine The minstrel There are loons
Let's have a good time while we still have today because tomorrow I'll be gone I am a travelin' minstrel man... Come see the travelin' minstrel man Lord I'm a travelin' minstrel
Words, a simple song A minstrel sings a way of life in his eyes Hear the morning call of waking birds When they are singing, bringing love, love Everywhere
well her wings And oh oh, carry on all you minstrels of the world We will catch our ladies ear, we will win for us, the girl All these minstrels through