Song Description
A song about a Troubadour who observes the world as an outsider and sings for love.
| Song Length |
3:27 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Folk - Rock |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Joyful, Composed |
| Subject |
Life, Philosophy |
Similar Artists |
Jack Johnson, Tom Petty |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
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 it is 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, filling me the whole day long
copyright©2007 Bernardo Baglioni and Carolyn Baron