The Gleeman
My entrance's naughty pleasureFor your riches I ask notFor I am the gleeman who loves to singAnd strike upon my golden harpSo I bow before you, oh mighty kingIn the hopes you hear my songThese feet have traveled far and wideIn a life lived for the song
I claim no land my homeI know not where I'm fromTraveled mountain peaks and valleys lowA life for the song of a bardA life for the song of a bard
Raise your harp my friendFor the song that burns in your heartSing of the heroesAnd the days that time forgotSing of the days of the EarlsAnd the Kings and the KnightsThat conquered great featsFor these are the things that we all dreamBut only your eyes have seen
A life for a lyricI've traveled these war lands deepRaging the knights in shining armorSurely death awaits the weakI've sailed the viking vesselsPlunging the northern seaCrossing the blue horizonNo land for the eye to seeFor the eye to see
Raise your harp my friendFor the song that burns in your heartSing of the heroesAnd the days that time forgotSing of the days of the EarlsAnd the Kings and the KnightsThat conquered great featsFor these are the things that we all dreamBut only your eyes have seen