The Storyteller

The Storyteller
Hear me I'm the story teller
of knights and warriors I know many tales
andquot;Their joyces and criesandquot;
Around the fire, in the redening light
andquot;I'll sing my songandquot;
and tell everyone here
andquot;About true heroesandquot;
you'll know finally
andquot;The end of this taleandquot;

In the evening when the sun is down
andquot;In the last hour of dayandquot;
I'll entertain the ones wishfull to hear
andquot;These medieval talesandquot;
And then in their sleeps, they'll remember days
andquot;When lived the kingsandquot;
in their heroic times
andquot;No one was in painandquot;
peace and happiness
andquot;Rulled over the land
Far on the hills in the silence of dreams
the heart of all heroes will
sing in the name of our
Kingdom of gold magic lands of our hold
the wise and the faithfull could live there
and fullfill their quest of majesty
And then when the story will be over
andquot;And when the fire burns outandquot;
I will make my trip to farther lands
andquot;To keep the legend aliveandquot;
maybe you'll forget me, but you never will
andquot;Forget my tales
for your destinies
andquot;Are tied to these legends
what was happening
andquot;Will happen againandquot;

Far on the hills in the silence of dreams
the heart of all heroes will
sing in the name of our
Kingdom of gold magic lands of our hold
the wise and the faithfull could live there
and fullfill their quest in their eternal majesty