Storyteller from Wanderlust by Alexander James Adams

STORYTELLER
Lyrics & Music: Heather Alexander

I spin tales each day of this world full of wonder
I hear people say you can harvest the plunder
But as I reach out with a trembling hand
All the gold coins just turn into sand

I feel very weary, my temper is biting
I know I've grown leary and tired of the fighting
I pray every day that is all will be grand
But I sure could use help of your kind, friendly hand

PLEASE, STORYTELLER,
PULL A TALE FROM YOUR POCKET
SPIN ME A STORY FROM YOUR COAT TAIL SO BARE
MY HEART HAS TURNED COLD
MY DREAMS ARE TOO OLD
AND I NEED TO KNOW MAGIC'S STILL THERE

My own coat's too thin and I'm down to the lining
The spirit within, on itself is entwining
My colours are faded, my cuffs are both worn
And the seam down the back is all tattered and torn

I walk through your door, see the smile that won't tire
I sit on the floor with your dog by the fire
You guide me on walkways where the faerie lights burn
And I hope that I never return

Who'll keep the firelight bright when you're gone?
Who has the insight to help me go on?
You've taught me that stories once told can come true
And I hope that I tell them with magic like you

Sea Fire Productions Inc c&p 1994

• Alexander James Adams
• Alternative
• celtic
• fantasy folk
• Redmond