Last of the Bards Songtext
von Karliene
Last of the Bards Songtext
I was born in the heather
In my sweet Northern Land
With a song in my ears
And a lute in my hand
And I′ve traveled the plains
Collecting the sounds
And the stories of friends
That I sing about now
And they call me the last of the bards
When I open my lungs
And I spill out my heart
They call me the last of the bards
When I sing my old fashioned songs
And I tried not to cry
When I left my sweet home
Where the old pipes were playing
My favourite song
And I still hear it now
On the cold Northern wind
And I sing it aloud
For the people I miss
And they call me the last of the bards
When I open my lungs
And I spill out my heart
They call me the last of the bards
When I sing my old fashioned songs
I was born in the heather
In my sweet Northern Land
With a song in my ears
And a lute in my hand
And i've traveled the plains
Collecting the sounds
And the stories of friends
That I sing about now
And they call me the last of the bards
When I open my lungs
And I spill out my heart
They call me the last of the bards
When I sing my old fashioned songs
La la la, la la la, ...
In my sweet Northern Land
With a song in my ears
And a lute in my hand
And I′ve traveled the plains
Collecting the sounds
And the stories of friends
That I sing about now
And they call me the last of the bards
When I open my lungs
And I spill out my heart
They call me the last of the bards
When I sing my old fashioned songs
And I tried not to cry
When I left my sweet home
Where the old pipes were playing
My favourite song
And I still hear it now
On the cold Northern wind
And I sing it aloud
For the people I miss
And they call me the last of the bards
When I open my lungs
And I spill out my heart
They call me the last of the bards
When I sing my old fashioned songs
I was born in the heather
In my sweet Northern Land
With a song in my ears
And a lute in my hand
And i've traveled the plains
Collecting the sounds
And the stories of friends
That I sing about now
And they call me the last of the bards
When I open my lungs
And I spill out my heart
They call me the last of the bards
When I sing my old fashioned songs
La la la, la la la, ...
Writer(s): Karliene Elizabeth Reynolds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com