Last Of The Troubadors - Ed Harcourt

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