karliene - Last of the Bards
текст песни

I was born in the heather
in my sweet Northern Land
with a song in my ears
and a lute in my hand

and I've traveled the plains
collecting the sounds
and the stories of friends
that I sing about now

And they call me the last of the bards
when I open my lungs
and I spill out my heart
They call me the last of the bards
when I sing my old fashioned songs

And I tried not to cry
when I left my sweet home
where the old pipes were playing
my favourite song

And I still hear it now
on the cold Northern wind
and I sing it aloud
for the people I miss

And they call me the last of the bards
when I open my lungs
and I spill out my heart
They call me the last of the bards
when I sing my old fashioned songs

I was born in the heather
in my sweet Northern Land
with a song in my ears
and a lute in my hand

and i've traveled the plains
collecting the sounds
and the stories of friends
that I sing about now

And they call me the last of the bards
when I open my lungs
and I spill out my heart
They call me the last of the bards
when I sing my old fashioned songs

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