Song Of Fête

Smiths are sharpening the swords

When there is time to get aboard

And leave for unknown destinies

Well known as barbarians

But most of them were trading men

And full of curiousity

When the men came back to town

They would tell their stories

Who they'd met and all they'd experienced



Blow your horn and beat the drum

And shout it out to everyone

Tonight we're gonna celebrate

Singing our Song Of Fête



Tell the town to come along

So blow your horn and beat the drum

Tonight we're gonna celebrate

Singing out our Song Of Fête



Life was hard on everyone

But still they tried to have some fun

Whenever they all had the chance

Rich and poor they tried to flee

Their cold and hard reality

With banquets full of songs and dance

They invited jesters who

Always did amuse them

They invited poets to spellbind them



Blow your horn and beat the drum

And shout it out to everyone

Tonight we're gonna celebrate

Singing our Song Of Fête



When the men came back to town

They would tell their stories

Who they'd met and all they'd experienced



Blow your horn and beat the drum

And shout it out to everyone

Tonight we're gonna celebrate

Singing our Song Of Fête