I have searched a thousand mountains,
and a million roads I crossed,
I roamed the seven seas
and ne'er did i get lost.
trough cold and warm i wandered.
within my heart I've worn
a thought of what I left behind,
a memory of home.
O, I have too many stories
and not a lot of time
so I´ll just run past you
some favorites of mine.
one time I could tell you
I came across a well
and enchanted one for that,
by an ancient spell.
and I saw a castle high
piercing trough the clouds
with all court sleeping tightly
and no lively sound.
and once a deer so rare I´ve seen
his head a bush o berries
roaming trough the forest green
on his horns a tree of cherries.
and battles did I fight with elves.
and orcs and fairies of all kinds
and never did I lose one battle
or have stood aside.
so I tell you lads and lassies
I´m tired and quite so.
I ought to have a beer or two
and then it´s time to go.
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