Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Raconteur Troubadour , by - Gentle Giant. Release date: 31.12.1971
Song language: English
Raconteur Troubadour |
| Gather round the village square |
| Come good people both wretched and fair. |
| See the troubadour play on the drum |
| Hear my songs on the lute that I strum. |
| I will make you laugh, |
| Revel, Merry-dance. |
| Throw your pennies, then you’ll hear |
| more of the story-telling half. |
| There’s no other chance, |
| Always move on Raconteur, troubadour. |
| Take the face that you see for the man, |
| Clown and minstrel, I am what I am. |
| All my family, not of my kin. |
| Home, wherever, the place that I’m in. |
| Humors give me wage, |
| Favors for my art. |
| Rising, falling |
| Everyone struggle on. |
| All the world’s a stage |
| All can play their part. |
| I have chosen |
| Raconteur, troubadour. |
| Dusk is drawing my story is spun, |
| Dawn is falling my day’s work is done. |
| Morning, rested I set on my way. |
| Find new faces to offer my play. |
| I will make you laugh, |
| Revel, Merry-dance. |
| Throw your pennies, then you’ll hear |
| more of The story-telling half. |
| There’s no other chance. |
| Always move on Raconteur-Troubadour. |