Lyrics The Minstrel - Ian & Sylvia

The Minstrel

I am the lonely minstrel, come reward me for my tale
All my comrades are insane or else they are in jail
And my story does not shame me, though my life is not the best
I have no respect for heroes, they are misfits like the rest
There’s no place
For a conqueror’s sword
In the mind of a man
Who is easily bored
There is no use to tell me what I hav or what I need
My greatest admiration are for mn who were deceased
And the lies that have contorted us are no excuse to lose
The precious time we have in life and everything we do
Every day
Makes no sense to say
That somebody else
Can make you lose your way
Never was another man
Given more than what you have
And if you find the one who has
He’ll trade his place with you just like that
Faster than the poet’s pen or a man with soldier’s gun
Are your daily thoughts and words and your fortunes, failures and your joys
There never was a time we could do the things that we do now
Things are upside down but the world seems much better somehow
And yet I do not feel so sad for those struck down without a reason
They have learned a way of life that only comes from a life of learning
Every piece of worth that we have come to worship and admire
Stands aloft beneath the cripple’s twisted bowel, pain and sorrow
Come and see
What the blind man sees
When he hears you speak
I hope you have enjoyed my song, listen one and all
To find that I have really told no tale to you at all
And I offer no apologies for anything I’ve done
For to see the end of useless things about us has begun
Then let us see
We were always free
We’re never alone
We never left home