No-one knew from whence he'd come
Or all the shadings of his life
He'd walked in dreams across the land
And waking flown within the night
Oh how he enchanted us
'Til summer fled and autumn turned
Oh how he enchanted us
And left us rich with what we'd learned
We knew him from the tales he told
In breath and string in gaze and drum
We marvled at the dancing world
Our simple silence had become
Oh how he enchanted us
'Til summer fled and autumn turned
Oh how he enchanted us
And left us rich with what we'd learned
So raise your voice raise your glass
Raise your voices raise your glass
So raise your voices raise your glass
Oh raise you voices raise your glass
That troubadour has left out hall
Those summer days were far too few
But journeys call to every man
And his like ours began a new
Where once he sat within our hall
And kindled joy in every heart
Where once he sat within our hall
New fingers move upon his harp
New fingers move upon the harp
So raise your voice raise your glass
Raise your voices raise your glass
So raise your voices raise your glass
Oh raise you voices raise your glass
Writer(s): Heather Dale, Benjamin Deschamps
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