West Hill - The Bard lyrics

Sunset is coming and all people gathered around the fire The ale is fresh and everybody is yelling higher Sun spills fading golden tints upon the leaves The village lays down between the purple hills Flames are swaying in the air and sparks swirling around The children are afraid to invade the creepy dark Men near the fire keep wise council and talk close Even in peace this all looks mysterious Suddenly the wind blows and the air is filled with tension An aged man walks in from the gloom Grizzly beard, long white hair and a black cape He is a bard lean and old but in good shape While he takes his lute and flute he says: "My journey was long and I am looking for a rest The last Inn was three bottles and half behind Share your fresh ale and I`ll sing you a tale" It’s the poet who plays the lute Girls join in and dance with the dude As they were caught in his spell The blond beauties float around the well Wide hips swinging round and round It's all due to the magic of that sound For the bard even being old The ladies are worth their weight in gold (SOLO – ÁLAMO BALZER) It’s the poet who plays the lute Girls join in and dance with the dude His old voice is still strong and loud He sings of Lugh and mighty deeds Then his fingers slowered The song is out