The Balladier

by Bret Stewart

Genre: Folk

Lyrics

The Balladier

Down in the commons the old man he sits
Tunes up his battered guitar
Years melt away as he sings out a tune
And visits a battlefield far

He’d tell you a story of Wallace and Bruce
Sing of the hero and king
Tell you of Charlie and Flora so fair
Swift as a bird on the wing

Chorus:
He’d sing about freedom; he’d sing of his love
Sing like the birds in the trees
He’d banter and rage with the ocean’s bold waves
Sigh with the mountain breeze

Tell of a maiden so lovely and proud
A captain for love of her died
Sing of the heather, the thyme, and the rose
Fair on the green hillsides

In the grey of November the old man he died
His bench in the commons lies bare
Out by the trash heap I saw his guitar
And heard it whisper an air

Now in the commons the young man he sits
Tunes up his battered guitar
Here in the moment he sings out a tune
And tells you his story so far

|: For still there is freedom; still there is love
Sing like the birds in the trees
Banter and rage with the ocean’s bold waves
Sigh with the mountain breeze :|

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