he'll make you laugh he'll make you cry, see how he charmes the audience.
So let me tell you about this man, His, it is a sad story
he found his love in another man's arms, still yearns for her retuning.
No friend at all but wherever he goes his presence's acclaimed and welcomed
Who could tell those skillful hands, bringing alive the harp strings,
are stained with the blood of his love that once fled away
Sing along the rambler's tune and leave behind all your troubles,
drink and dance, joy will remain for all night long.
Let the music fill your hearts and carry away all your sorrows,
enchanted tales from distant lands will fade away at dawn.
hidden inside a veil of lies there's laughter whe he should be crying
Nobles and folks gather around, it's time to leave all your duties
news from the kingdom have come to town, legends and folklore
- Where Exhale Is a Reward...
- A Never Told Prophecy
- Brian Boru's March
- Third Autumn and Winter
- The first notes of a trag..
- From the Fury of the Nors..
- The Rapture of a Butterfl..
- Lady Mary Hay's Scotch Me..
- Fallen! Fallen is Babylon..
- The Missing Boat