Justin Hayward Troubadour
I was only a little boy, when I heard the call Like a voice in the wilderness, that calls to us all So I took to the gypsy life, in the city of love And I walked with the troubadours And flew with the doves In the city of love In the garden of paradise, I heard a voice sing I can still feel the thrill of it, the chills it would bring Far away in the western sky, over the sea There's a land that we dream about, peaceful and free Waiting for me Hold my hand, let me take you there Let's go walking in the morning As time goes by, love will wash us clean Let love bring to us our freedom And we will sing of the heroes And fly on the breeze Love with the lovers of the world Oh oh oh...we'll be free In the dark of the mystic night, music is born In the hands of the troubadour, the piper of dawn And it's heard of a foreign shore, over the sea In the land that we dream about, peaceful and free Waiting for me REPEAT CHORUS TWICE
