Listen to the song of the bard.

I sing of the green and verdant fields,
the rivers of sparkling wine,
the life, the ecstasy of being.

I sing of old songs and pleasantry.
I call from the woods and fields to worship sunset.

PRE-CHORUS:
I sing with the lute and the strings are all in tune.
I sing with a song of gladness to give to every heart.

CHORUS:
Heigh-o, the old song,
Heigh-o, the sweet song,
Heigh-o, the rippling river,
Heigh-o, the sparkling day.
Heigh-o, I play.

I play to call from drudgery,
from sorrow and from toil.
I play to call from heartbreak,
remorse, distress and sorrow.

For who would moan when the sun shines.
And who would weep for the gone.
Heigh-o I sing. Heigh-o I sing.

I have magic.
I have spells of goodness and beauty.
I have spells that make you an ennobled man.
I am harmony and laughter and all things sweet.
So ring! bells, strum! lute, flame! sunrise.

CHORUS

There is no dawn but happiness.
There is no sorrow but death.

So die if ye will, 'tis your choice.
Die in the mill under smokestacks.
Die on the bier that is gone.
Sob on the loss of possession.
Shriek with despair at your pain.
Die, sob, shriek!
Heigh-o, I SING!

Dawn is the cool of the morning and five fires flame overhead.
Death, if you die, is no blessing
You can't die if songs cry instead.

Dance in the madness of moonlight and leap in the firelight's glow.
No song not of joy is worth singing,
though sad songs are good songs you know.

CHORUS

So dance by the lambent white moonlight
And love with a creator's grace.
And let no black whisper of devil
Blank out the smile from your face.

For gods are of godstuff and lute strings
And paint and the poet's sweet grace
And the song of your heart is worth singing
And pain cannot live with your state.

So ecstasy whisper I love you and songs all the old songs are new, and spring is beginning of summer and winter is gone from the view
So have done with sadness and mourning and whispers of what might have been.
Today is the day that is turning and tomorrow's a cup without brim.

Four lights on the tree-tops will shimmer
And blood is the sunset's bright glow
So sing lullaby to your troubles
For courage will stiffen your spine
And go out and become with your Maker
The godself that always was thine.

I sing and the lute I am strumming
Is harmony, serene and true.
Foursquare is most perfect and loving
And maids will not argue on dew.

PRE-CHORUS:
I sing with the lute and the strings are all in tune.
I sing with a song of gladness to give to every heart.

CHORUS
Drink wine to your soul's soul I'm singing.
Ecstasy's cup has no brim.
The sword is the sword of truth shining.
The devil, not God, made up sin.

Black is the blackness of nightfall,
Black is the nothing therein.
Black is the grave and the devil.
Black is no color but sin.

Be naught, learn no lesson and perish.
Eternity's bought with no frown.
The calmness of brow is not trouble.
The devil's oblivion. Drown!

For the breed that you might have created
And the songs that you most should have sung
And the hate that you gave to your brother
To bring golden spells crashing down,
Are the wails of a lute you are smashing,
To build up King Devil's renown.

So go out with the last flash of sunset.
And light in a night cold and long.
The dead, if they're dead, rate no grieving,
The funeral dirge is a song.

Be brave and care not, not a copper,
For dangers and travails and pain.
Walk not like a lone, starving beggar
Caught out in the darkness and rain.
But list to the song I am singing,
And songs are not tinsel in vain.

CHORUS

Join, join with the angels in heaven,
And lusty forever becomes,
Take joy where you sinned with your sorrow
And pay not the devil again.

The days are long and the nights are dark and long.
The days are bright and long, bright and long.
And the village and the valley and the well
And the cup and the burning, burning flame
And the sword which is bright cross inverted
And the laugh which is courage called again.

Walk, walk, walk like a princeling.
Laugh, laugh, laugh at black spell.
Work gold, be gold, golden daydreams,
On earth there is nothing to sell.

Acquire and love your playthings,
but shrug when you've broken your toys.
For the Lord is not builded on sorrow
And possessions should only bring joys.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

Get trapped by the black intercession;
Be nothing and sinner you are.
Be ruler and king you will DIE dear
For from kingship to grave isn't far.

Rid, rid, rid of your riddles
Open up eye and heart and exclaim
What you see, what you feel and find joyous
And angel you'll be love, again.

Walk slow, stumble downstairs in darkness
And never again will you sigh.
For laggard is he who's not laughing
And black is the color to die.

Hell, hell on the earth's greenest meadows
To those who are frightened to see.
In the finest of sunrise are shadows
To those who seek gold in their tea.

CHORUS

So drink up the wine: it's your banquet
And black is the color of sin
And red is the color of living
So drink, drink up the wine.

Drag, drag, drag your steps, heavy with your load
Of all the pain you ever acquired;
The things which have made your back bowed.

Don't walk, make it broken, thud rhythm
And clatter and clank with your toys
Which got old but you kept them for fear
you'd lose them so you lost
Lost Lost!

Heigh-o, walk in clouds like a princeling
Be happy, let spirit expand.
Walk, walk with the proud pride of being
Not to own or to work or command.

There is no God but the God you will be
For you.
He him.
Walk in light.
Darkness houses robbers.
Frowns are dark.
Pride is fire.

CHORUS:
Heigh-o, the old song,
Heigh-o, the sweet song,
Heigh-o, the rippling river,
Heigh-o, the sparkling day

REPEAT CHORUS

Heigh-o.
Heigh-o.

I SING!