Troubadour

No one knew from whence he'd come, or all the shadings of his life
 He'd walked in dreams across the
 land and waking flown within the night
 Oh how he enchanted us 'til summer fled and autumn turned
 Oh how he enchanted us and left us rich with what we'd learned
 We knew him from the tales he told
 in breath and string, in gaze and drum
 We marveled at the dancing world our simple silence had become
 Oh how he enchanted us 'til summer fled and autumn turned
 Oh how he enchanted us and left us rich with what we'd learned
 So raise your voices, raise your glass
 Raise your voices, raise your glass
 So raise your voices, raise your glass
 Oh raise you voices, raise your glass
 That troubadour has left our hall; those summer days were far too few
 But journeys call to every man and his, like ours, began anew
 Where once he sat within our hall and kindled joy in every heart
 Where once he sat within our hall, new fingers move upon his harp,
 New fingers move upon the harp
 So raise your voices, raise your glass
 Raise your voices, raise your glass
 So raise your voices, raise your glass
 Oh raise you voices, raise your glass