Troubadour - Kula Shaker

I’m dreaming of your brazen arms again

Your skin that’s softer than snow

Keeps my darkness company

I swear that I’ll never let go

Girl be kind;

Be mine

Let me be your troubadour

I don’t deny, I can’t sing and I’m poor

You make a liar, you make a cheat

You make a prince out the poet in me

I see two wild horses by a stream

Heading for the old country

A voice says «boy it’s all in your head»

It’s seems pretty real to me

Girl be kind;

Be mine

Let me be your troubadour

I don’t deny, I can’t sing and I’m poor

You make a liar, you make a cheat

You make a prince out the poet in me

A Troubadour

My love, my muse

Come with me

Cast out from the world we know

Eastward bound

Out to the sea

Our fortune awaits us there

Our fortune awaits us there

Doll, be kind, be fine

Let me be your troubadour

I don’t deny, I can’t sing and I’m poor

I was a liar, I was a freak

You made a king out of the poet in me

A Troubadour