THE RETURN OF THE TROUBADOUR

 

(Intro)

 When it comes to worldly news

There’s no need to explore

With all our modern media

Very hard to ignore

We are told by word and image

All this worldly news and more

Sometimes so graphically

You feel like an old ‘Voyeur’

 

 (Motif)

 Have you ever wondered

How it was in days of ‘yore’

When heard by word of mouth

Or a message to your door

 It mattered not, your place in life

Or whether rich or poor

They gathered round and listened

To the words of the Troubadour

 

They were a special Guild of men

Known by the clothes they wore

Who came as wandering minstrels

Travelling from shore to shore

Telling affairs of State

All the gossip, news and more

In ballad, song and verse narrate

With the skill of a ‘Raconteur’

   

(Motif)

Without so many options

Back in those days of ‘Yore’

Perhaps with a homing pigeon

Or in a bottle washed ashore

A Troubadour would come around

Unless met force ’majeure’

For everyone relied on them

For news and the local ‘lore’

 

Now even in this modern world

What’s old, is new once more

For those with a tale to tell

Can sing it to a music score

And with this means of telling us

Bring the Herald to your door

For all those who wish to hear

The return of the Troubadour

 

(Motif)

 What’s old, is new once more

Bring this Herald to your door

For all those who wish to hear

The return of the Troubadour.

 

(Outro)

 

Rodd Sherwin


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