Troubadour

I was born a wanderer
In a foreign land
So many things about this place
I don’t understand
Still I can tell by looking
Deep into your eyes
Whether you are telling me
The truth or a pack of lies
And willingly willingly I sing
This love is filling me filling me to the brink
Oh willingly willingly I sing you my song
This love is filling me filling me the whole day long
I have searched for meaning
For my whole life long
Now I look for simple things
A kiss a glance a song
When things get complicated
I know that something’s wrong
I accept that it’s my fate
To feel I don’t belong
But willingly willingly I sing
This love is filling me filling me to the brink
Oh willingly willingly I sing you my song
This love is filling me filling me the whole day long
Oh men of ambition
Oh you men of greed
It is your tradition
To take more than you need
But after years of wandering
Well there’s one thing I know
There’s nothing here worth taking
And there’s no place to go
Still willingly willingly I sing
This love is filling me filling me to the brink
Oh willingly willingly I sing you my song
This love is filling me filling me the whole day long
Willingly willingly I sing
This love is filling me filling me to the brink
Oh willingly willingly I sing you my song
This love is filling me the whole day long