Bourée from Banner Year by Jordan Sellergren

Made you a coffee, I’m not sure if you’ll drink it
But maybe youll want it in case you wake up soon
It might be cold cause I left early in the mornin
And I won’t be home till afternoon

I think that something is waiting at the ren faire
I have been saying I would get out there for years
A hundred miles, yeah I am gonna ride there
So maybe don’t expect me home until tomorrow afternoon

Bourrée
Bourée

The belly dancers are shakin up the main gate
They told me they had never seen a steed like mine
And though I never have been taken with the pirates
Well his ship was just magnificent inside, and

The Queen from Waterloo all cushioned in her silk rags
Something about her was unsettlingly right
She didn’t speak or taunt, just gazed into a mirror
A strange curiosity to any passerby

There is a sorceress out calling to the people
Mounted upon a horse that’s darker than the night
Announcing fatal blows imparted on the last run
Between a couple of imaginary knights

Bourrée
Bourée

Before you leave, go find the man with eyes of steely blue
As I was passing by he called and brought me in
And sat me on a stool and read my mind and found you
Among the trunks and books and maps inside the tent

Maybe I needed that old man to look right through me
Guess there’s just something that feels good ‘bout bein’ known
A hundred miles, you know I’m gonna ride them
So maybe don’t wait up for me at home

A hundred miles, you know I’m gonna ride them
Cause there’s just something about being alone

Bourrée
Bourée

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