My entrance purely pleasure

For your riches I ask you not

For I am the gleeman

Who loves to sing

And strike upon my golden harp



So I bow before you o mighty king

In the hopes you hear my song

These feet have traveled far and wide

In a life lived FOR THE song



I claim no land my home

For I know not where I'm from

Traveled mountain peaks

And valleys low

In a life for the son of a bard



Raise your harp my friend

For the song that burns

In your heart

Sing of the heroes

And the days that time forgot

Sing of the days of the Earls and

The Kings and the Knights

That conquered great feats

For these are the things

That we all dream

But only your eyes have seen



A life for a lyric

I've traveled these war lands deep

Raging the knights in shining armor

Surely death awaits the weak

I've sailed the viking vessels

Plunging the northern seas

Crossing the blue horizon

No land for the eye to see

For the eye to see

Raise your harp my friend

For the song that burns

In your heart

Sing of the heroes

And the days that time forgot

Sing of the days of the Earls

And the Kings and the Knights

That conquered great feats

For these are the things

That we all dream

But only your eyes have seen