With my feet on the road
and my head in the sky
i sit beneath my tree and watch my friends go by.

When the words are in my head
and my harp in my hand
i'll spread my tales all across the land.

From a million different places
my friends all hail
they come from twilight's darkness and from dawn so pale.

And the story I tell we have all heard before
every rich man and every man poor

When you wake up in the morning till you bed down at night
you're adding to the tale be it peace or fight.

I am the fate-keeper, a storyteller true
ask me about anyone, they all ask about you....