Текст: Gentle Giant. Other. Raconteur Troubadour.

Gather round the village square
Come good people both wretched and fair
See the troubadour play on the drum
Hear my songs on the lute that I strum

I will make you laugh
Revel, merry-dance
Throw your pennies, then you'll hear more of
The story-telling half
There's no other chance
Always move on
Raconteur, troubadour

Take the face that you see for the man,
Clown and minstrel, I am what I am
All my family, not of my kin
Home wherever, the place that I'm in

Humors give me wage
Favors for my art
Rising, falling
Everyone struggle on
All the world's a stage
All can play their part
I have chosen
Raconteur, troubadour

Dusk is dawning my story is spun
Dawn is falling my day's work is done
Morning, rested I set on my way
Find new faces to offer my play

I will make you laugh
Revel, merry-dance
Throw your pennies, then you'll hear more of
The story-telling half
There's no other chance
Always move on
Raconteur, troubadour