Gaily the Troubadour
Traditional
[Verse 1]
Gaily the troubadour touched his guitar
When he was hastening home from the war
Singing from Palestine hither I come
Lady love, lady love, welcome me home
Singing from Palestine hither I come
Lady love, lady love, welcome me home
[Verse 2]
She, for the troubadour hopelessly wept
Sadly she thought of him when others slept
Singing in search of thee, would I might roam
Troubadour, troubadour, come to thy home
Singing in search of thee would I might roam
Troubadour, troubadour, come to thy home
[Outro]
Lady lovе, lady love, welcome mе home