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The Troubadour

The Troubadour – Lenny Kuhr

The tales of bold and galant knights, the fearless battles they would fight
These are the stories he’d recite – the troubadour
The many tidings he would bring about some poor and lonely king
Would never see another spring – the troubadour

A minstrel man of days gone by who gave the ladies all the eye
All knew just how to make them sigh – the troubadour, the troubadour
He’d gently lure them to a glade where he would sing his serenade
And woo a many a fare young maid – the troubadour, the troubadour

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He would steal their hearts away, then greet the dawning of the day
In some small village far away – the troubadour
There, once again he’d sing a song about some war that had been won
His voice would ring out clear and strong – the troubadour

And as he drew his public near, he gave them what they came to hear
He sang of love and life and fear – the troubadour, the troubadour
He’d recall a gruesome tale, perhaps of Jonah and the whale
And make his audience all grow pale – the troubadour, the troubadour

But when he felt things goin’ wrong, it never lasted very wrong
For he would start a funny song – the troubadour
Music and words – witty and kind, this minstrel man has left behind
Perhaps some day again you’ll find the troubadour

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La la la la la la lei la la lei la la… la la la lei la la la…

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