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The Wandering Gleeman I walk along the endless road Trade songs and tales for drink and food My only home�s the road that lies ahead At inns and taverns I do play A night or two, no longer stays The dusty road it marks the life I�ve led I was young when I left my home And began Kandor�s lands to roam I learned to play and sing as I went along It started good and turned out great But before I knew, it was too late And now I�m bound to ever travel on My presence often brings them cheer And the color-patched-up cloak I wear � Each patch a badge of sadness in textile But their happiness it warms me though Like it did thirty years ago The goal of all my travels is a smile Oh, how I�d love to settle down With wife and children on some farm Herd my sheep; forget the long walk�s call But that dream is a dream alone My road goes ever on and on By Light I am the wanderer after all The harp and flute, my only friends They�ll stay beside me �till the end An end that�s drawing nearer by the day No apprentice I have trained To know all songs and tales I�ve made And it hurts that they�ll go with me in the grave �Cause I am the tale, I am the song My only remembrance when I�m gone To be forgotten � a horse I now must ride But still, the road has learned my tale As I follow yet its endless trail Though the wanderlust I had since long has died Written by NightShade |