Song Of Fête 歌词

Smiths are sharpening the swords When there is time to get aboard And leave for unknown destinies Well known as barbarians But most of them were trading men And full of curiousity When the men came back to town They would tell their stories Who they'd met and all they'd experienced REF: Blow your horn and beat the drum And shout it out to everyone Tonight we're gonna celebrate Singing our Song Of Fête Tell the town to come along So blow your horn and beat the drum Tonight we're gonna celebrate Singing out our Song Of Fête Life was hard on everyone But still they tried to have some fun Whenever they all had the chance Rich and poor they tried to flee Their cold and hard reality With banquets full of songs and dance They invited jesters who Always did amuse them They invited poets to spellbind them REF: Blow your horn and beat the drum... When the men came back to town They would tell their stories Who they'd met and all they'd experienced REF: Blow your horn and beat the drum...