| From the ancient sun to the old heart stove, say the troubadours
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| From the city gates to the castle walls
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| I wish it was the troubadours
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| On a sunlit day it was bright and clear
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| And the people came from far and they came from near
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| To hear the troubadours
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| Well the troubadours sang their songs of love to the lady fair
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| She was sitting outside on a balcony
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| In the clear night air
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| It was a starry night and the moon was shining bright
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| And the trumpets rang and they gave a chime
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| For the troubadours
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| And for every man all across the land and from shore to shore
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| They came singin' songs of love
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| And chivalry from the days of yore
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| Baby lift your window high, do you hear that sound
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| It’s the troubadours as they go through town
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| With their freedom song
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| Baby lift your window high, do you hear that sound?
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| It’s the troubadours with their freedom song
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| Baby, baby, baby lift your window high, turn your lamp down low
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| Oh baby, don’t you know I love you so?
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| Do you hear that sound? |
| Do you dig that sound?
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| It’s the troubadours coming through town
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| Songwriter: Van Morrison |