He sang songs of grief, love and of sorrow
As he dread his wake alone tomorrow
From town to town our man journeyed in search
Ne’er did he consider looking in church
Villagers gathered in many a throng
In or’er to hear his melancholy song
Admirers aplenty came and went
But on the poor man no love was worth spent
Our tragic hero remained quite alone
The reason behind his sadness unknown
‘Twas said that long ago he had a wife
‘Til sad one day she ended her own life
Secluding himself, overcome with grief
Their time spent together so very brief
Not a woman alive could take her place
For no one could mimic her warm embrace
A smile so warm she always did share
Through rosy cheeks framed by long golden hair
The tragic day, a dagger to the heart
To a couple’s souls not e’er meant to part
He cried and cried for some weeks at a time
‘Til he heard a distant musical chime
Of church bells whose sound so sweet and so clear
Punctured the widower’s most grieving ear
He stood then up with such purpose it seemed
He’d started awake from a haunting dream
He seized his loved instrument from the hearth
Determined to spread love and song on earth
He took his music tool and left that day
Ne’er to return home to travel away
He voyaged far, his euphony so sweet
‘Til one fine day a strange band he did meet
They travelled, destined for a holy place
Pursuing their need of prayer and grace
Looking to rays of a lone setting sun,
Immed’ately he knew what must be done
He then set off with them his lute in hand
Determined to visit this sacred land
He knew he’d for a moment reunite
With his one true love in spirit that night.
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