Raconteur, Troubadour

Gather round the village square

Come good people both wretched

and fair

See the troubadour play on the drum

Hear my songs on the lute that I strum.

I will make you laugh,

Revel, Merry-dance

Throw your pennies, then you'll hear

more of

the story-telling half

There's no other chance,

Always move on

Raconteur, 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, falling

Everyone struggle on

All the world's a stage

All can play their part

I have chosen

Raconteur, 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 of

The story-telling half

There's no other chance

Always move on

Raconteur-Troubadour