歌词
In the realm of old, where minstrels roam,
There lived a bard in a humble home,
With lute in hand and tales to tell,
But alas, his voice, a broken bell.
No sweet melodies from his lips did flow,
No harmonies in his voice did grow,
For when he tried to sing a song,
It came out twisted, all manner wrong.
In halls adorned with tapestries grand,
He'd stand before the noble band,
But as he opened his mouth to croon,
His voice would crack like a wayward tune.
Yet undeterred by his vocal plight,
He strummed his lute through the darkest night,
His fingers danced on the strings with grace,
Each note a whisper in time and space.
For though his voice was rough and gruff,
His music spoke of joy and love,
In every chord, in every chord,
A tale of courage, a symphony roared.
From hamlet to hamlet, he'd journey on,
His melodies bright as the dawn,
Though his voice may falter, his spirit soar,
In the hearts of those who longed for more.
So let us sing of this bard so brave,
Whose voice may waver, but never gave,
For in his music, a magic stirred,
That touched the souls of all who heard.
In the realm of old, where minstrels roam,
There lived a bard in a humble home,
With lute in hand and tales to tell,
But alas, his voice, a broken bell.
No sweet melodies from his lips did flow,
No harmonies in his voice did grow,
For when he tried to sing a song,
It came out twisted, all manner wrong.
In halls adorned with tapestries grand,
He'd stand before the noble band,
But as he opened his mouth to croon,
His voice would crack like a wayward tune.
Yet undeterred by his vocal plight,
He strummed his lute through the darkest night,
His fingers danced on the strings with grace,
Each note a whisper in time and space.
For though his voice was rough and gruff,
His music spoke of joy and love,
In every chord, in every chord,
A tale of courage, a symphony roared.
From hamlet to hamlet, he'd journey on,
His melodies bright as the dawn,
Though his voice may falter, his spirit soar,
In the hearts of those who longed for more.
So let us sing of this bard so brave,
Whose voice may waver, but never gave,
For in his music, a magic stirred,
That touched the souls of all who heard.
(Solo voice)
So let us sing of this bard so brave,
Whose voice may waver, but never gave,
(Chorus returns)
For in his music, a magic stirred,
That touched the souls of all who heard
(Fade Out)
For in his music, a magic stirred,
That touched the souls of all who heard
(Fade Out)
