Ian & Sylvia — The Minstrel

[Verse 1] I am the lonely minstrel, come reward me for my tale All my comrades are insane or else they are in jail And my story does not shame me, though my life is not the best I have no respect for heroes, they are misfits like the rest There's no place For a conqueror's sword In the mind of a man Who is easily bored [Verse 2] There is no use to tell me what I havе or what I need My greatest admiration are for mеn who were deceased And the lies that have contorted us are no excuse to lose The precious time we have in life and everything we do Every day Makes no sense to say That somebody else Can make you lose your way [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] Never was another man Given more than what you have And if you find the one who has He'll trade his place with you just like that [Verse 3] Faster than the poet's pen or a man with soldier's gun Are your daily thoughts and words and your fortunes, failures and your joys There never was a time we could do the things that we do now Things are upside down but the world seems much better somehow [Verse 4] And yet I do not feel so sad for those struck down without a reason They have learned a way of life that only comes from a life of learning Every piece of worth that we have come to worship and admire Stands aloft beneath the cripple's twisted bowel, pain and sorrow Come and see What the blind man sees When he hears you speak [Verse 5] I hope you have enjoyed my song, listen one and all To find that I have really told no tale to you at all And I offer no apologies for anything I've done For to see the end of useless things about us has begun Then let us see We were always free We're never alone We never left home