Ed Harcourt - Last of the Troubadors lyrics

Over my dead body People place the flowers Meetings in the lobby Lemonade turned sour Nobody is happy anymore Last of the troubadors I played in every ballroom A shadow of a man My guitar was an heirloom I called it Mary Anne Nobody is happy anymore Last of the troubadors I died in my sleep There was no pain Falling in love With you again Jumping in the river Swimming with my dog Walking in the winter Steam rising with the fog Nobody is happy anymore Last of the troubadors