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• Artiste: Justin Hayward
• Titre: Troubadour
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I was only a little boy, when I heard the call Like a voice in The Wilderness, that calls to us all So I took to the gipsy life, in the City Of Love And I walked with the troubadours And flew with the doves In the City Of Love In the Garden Of Paradise, I heard a voice sing; I can feel the thrill of it, the chills it would bring. Far away in the western sky, over the sea There's a land we dream about, peaceful and free Waiting for me. Hold my hand, let me take you there, Let's go walking in the morning. As time goes by, love will wash us clean. Let love bring to us our freedom And we will sing of the heroes And fly on the breeze, Love with the lovers of the world, Oh, oh, oh... we'll be free. In the dark of the mystic night, music is born. In the hands of the troubadour, the piper of dawn, And it's heard in a foreign shore, over the sea, In the land that we dream about, peaceful and free Waiting for me. Hold my hand, let me take you there, Let's go walking in the morning. As time goes by, love will wash us clean. Let love bring to us our freedom And we will sing of the heroes And fly on the breeze, Love with the lovers of the world, Oh, oh, oh... we'll be free. Hold my hand, let me take you there, Let's go walking in the morning. As time goes by, love will wash us clean. Let love bring to us our freedom And we will sing of the heroes And fly on the breeze, Love with the lovers of the world, Oh, oh, oh... we'll be free... We'll be free.