Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Telling stories, singing songs.
Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Won’t you come along?
He’s tunes to play and songs to sing-
A lute, a flute, a fiddle wild-
Fingers fly and voice trills
Enchanting each and every child.
Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Over hills and through the pass.
Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Winking at each comely lass!
He’s news to tell and stories, too-
Tales to chill and tales to thrill.
His voice echoes through the night
People listening with a will.
Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Tattered, torn, limping some.
Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Still he beckons, Come!
He sits beside the fire at night,
His voice rising in a song.
His listeners sit up straight and then-
Old ones smile and sing along.
Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Folks will come from far and near.
Comes a minstrel a-wandering,
Come and listen, for he’s here.
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March 30, 2007 at 9:03 pm
lorigloyd
The Taverna is rockin’ tonight! Bravo and well done!
March 30, 2007 at 11:16 pm
Heather Blakey
I could dance too. The energy and exhuberance is contagious Jane.
March 30, 2007 at 11:24 pm
cheshire7
I see you’re one step ahead of me tonight. I enjoyed reading it the first time at your blog and the second time is just as good!
April 1, 2007 at 5:26 pm
jan2
It’s very English ballad - it’s lovely - I can see him with his audience. I believe I’ve also read it at your blog. Very good, very different.
April 2, 2007 at 12:51 am
cronelogical
song and ballad, indeed. fran