The Wildcat was high on drink and song and talk of battles rung throughout the hall.
Spirits flowed and tongues began to wag while tales were told by heros, 'tween the lag.
The ears on which they fell were apt to sway as each in turn did tell of glory days.

First men of strength and skill with sword and shield, then those whose power lied in spells they wield.
And I was one, as green as green can be, in search of fortune, fame, my destiny.

But all my life I sought for something more and now I was becoming quite unsure.
As tales came to an end within the halls their echos slowly fading from the walls.

Then a woman approached me where I sat, and where she laid her lute she rest her hat.
She had been playing through the evening long, the patrons carried through upon her song.

Though I had never noticed at the time, I realize it was her song and rhyme,that helped them all to speak with tongues of gold and multiplied their tales a hundred fold.

She turned her head and softly spoke, to me in words that sounded more like notes,
The songs I sing can touch the souls of men, pick them up and make them whole again, butin your eyes I see you've yet to find, the song that lifts your spirit, soul and mind.

You'd be surprised how similar we are, for although I lift the spirits in this barand help to lift their pain and agony, when I am through there's nothing left for me.

For a minstrel's life is not always filled with song, and tonight I do not wish to be alone,and as she put her lovely arm around me, I knew my destiny had finally found me.