No one knew from whence he'd come, or all the shadings of his life He'd walked in dreams across the land and waking flown within the night Oh how he enchanted us 'til summer fled and autumn turned Oh how he enchanted us and left us rich with what we'd learned We knew him from the tales he told in breath and string, in gaze and drum We marveled at the dancing world our simple silence had become Oh how he enchanted us 'til summer fled and autumn turned Oh how he enchanted us and left us rich with what we'd learned So raise your voices, raise your gla**! That troubadour has left our hall; those summer days were far too few But journeys call to every man and his, like ours, began anew Where once he sat within our hall and kindled joy in every heart Where once he sat within our hall, new fingers move upon his harp New fingers move upon the harp So raise your voices, raise your gla**!