Mile by mile and day by day,
The Lonely Bard goes on.
Through the wind and rain he makes his way
And sings his mournful song
To every village high and low
He went to sing his tale of woe.
He never had a place to call home
And wandered through the hills all alone
From verdant spring to bleak chilly fall,
He followed naught but his muse's call.
No shelter had he from the bitter cold
And perished in Winter's icy hold.
I see him in my dreams and hear his cry,
Another sleepless night goes by.
His tune, it haunts my every waking hour!
No solace can I find from his power
Long ago and far away
Upon a frozen moor,
He lost his life one tragic day
And haunts me evermore
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Transport busses should play this music instead of pop and regaton >:(
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