Testo 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 gipsy 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 feel the thrill of it, the chills it would bring. Far away in the western sky, over the sea
There's a land 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 in a foreign shore, over the sea,
In the 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.

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...
We'll be free.