Troubadour - Berna

I was born a wanderer

In a foreign land

So many things about this place

I don’t understand

Still I can tell by looking

Deep into your eyes

Whether you are telling me

The truth or a pack of lies

And willingly willingly I sing

This love is filling me filling me to the brink

Oh willingly willingly I sing you my song

This love is filling me filling me the whole day long

I have searched for meaning

For my whole life long

Now I look for simple things

A kiss a glance a song

When things get complicated

I know that something’s wrong

I accept that it’s my fate

To feel I don’t belong

But willingly willingly I sing

This love is filling me filling me to the brink

Oh willingly willingly I sing you my song

This love is filling me filling me the whole day long

Oh men of ambition

Oh you men of greed

It is your tradition

To take more than you need

But after years of wandering

Well there’s one thing I know

There’s nothing here worth taking

And there’s no place to go

Still willingly willingly I sing

This love is filling me filling me to the brink

Oh willingly willingly I sing you my song

This love is filling me filling me the whole day long

Willingly willingly I sing

This love is filling me filling me to the brink

Oh willingly willingly I sing you my song

This love is filling me the whole day long