كلمات Troubadour

I'm dreaming of your brazen arms again Your skin that's softer than snow Keeps my darkness company I swear that I'll never let go Girl be kind; Be mine, Let me be your troubadour I don't deny, I can't sing and I'm poor You make a liar, you make a freak You make a prince out the poet in me I see two wild horses by a stream Heading for the old country A voice says "boy it's all in your head" It's seems pretty real to me Girl be kind; Be mine, Let me be your troubadour I don't deny, I can't sing and I'm poor You make a liar, you make a freak You make a prince out of the poet in me A Troubadour My love, my muse Come with me Cast out from the world we know Eastward bound Out to the sea Eastward bound Out to the sea Our fortune awaits us there Our fortune awaits, awaits us there Doll, be kind, be mine, Let me be your troubadour I don't deny, I can't sing and I'm poor I was a liar, I was a freak You made a prince out of the poet in me Out of the poet in me. A Troubadour