A mediaeval troubadour sings to his lady love at the time of parting.
LYRICS & VOCAL MELODY: DonnaMarilyn
MUSIC & VOCALS: AI (Suno)
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V1
I’ve been long years a troubadour
And choose my words with care
…The lute strings tell of prophecy
The chords have much to bear
V2
The future that your heart desires
May never come to pass
Yet you, my love, were born to be
A warrior to the last
Chorus
So look, my Lady, the moon is bright
Your eyes are filled with stars tonight
…Let your hair fall to your shoulders
And your robe fall to the ground
…The only sound the titter of leaves
A tiny bit shocked, but amused
By the curious antics of humans
Beneath these ancient trees
V3
You know I cannot stay with you
I’ve many paths to cross
I sing of life's mythology
Of joy and bitter loss
Chorus
But look, my Lady, the moon is bright
Your eyes are filled with stars tonight
…Let your hair fall to your shoulders
And your robe fall to the ground
…The only sound the titter of leaves
A tiny bit shocked, but amused
By the curious antics of humans
Beneath these ancient trees
Bridge
Oh, one day when the world is old
And weary hearts crave rest
In lucid dreams you’ll feel me lay
My head upon your breast
Chorus
Let your hair fall to your shoulders
And your robe fall to the ground
… The only sound the titter of leaves
A tiny bit shocked, but amused
By the curious antics of humans
Beneath these ancient trees
Outro
Oh, would that we were immortal
And roaming Elysian fields
Reaping the golden harvest
That only true love may yield
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