Duo Dalùna - The Singer

I met a singer on the hill,
He wore a tattered cloak
His cap was torn
His shoes were worn
And dreamily he
spoke
Fa la la la la la...
A wrinkled face,
a cheery smile
And a nobby stick had he
His eyes were
grey and far away
And changeful as the sea.
I offered him a piece of gold
And hoped that he would stay
No word he spoke, but shook his head
And smiled and went his way
Fa la la la la la...
I watched the singer down the hill,
My eyes went following after,
I thought I heard a fairy flute
And the sound of fairy laughter.
Fa la la la la la...

Written by:
Bronnie Taylor

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