THE GLEEMAN

My entrance purely pleasure For your riches I ask you not For I am the gleeman Who loves to sing And strike upon my golden harp So I bow before you o mighty king In the hopes you hear my song These feet have traveled far and wide In a life lived FOR THE song I claim no land my home For I know not where I'm from Traveled mountain peaks And valleys low In a life for the son of a bard Raise your harp my friend For the song that burns In your heart Sing of the heroes And the days that time forgot Sing of the days of the Earls and The Kings and the Knights That conquered great feats For these are the things That we all dream But only your eyes have seen A life for a lyric I've traveled these war lands deep Raging the knights in shining armor Surely death awaits the weak I've sailed the viking vessels Plunging the northern seas Crossing the blue horizon No land for the eye to see For the eye to see Raise your harp my friend For the song that burns In your heart Sing of the heroes And the days that time forgot Sing of the days of the Earls And the Kings and the Knights That conquered great feats For these are the things That we all dream But only your eyes have seen