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Eben Brooks - Amadea lyrics
“Welcome, weary traveler. There’s a place here by the fire. Please to tell the serving maid the drink that you desire, And as I gather from the guitar you wear that the minstrel is your way, The drink won’t cost you a penny if you play.” Thank you for the offer, but I’m afraid the answer’s no. ’Tis true the minstrel was my way until a day not long ago. In a tavern I met a woman. Amadea was her name, And since that day I cannot play for shame. (Chorus) Em D C Am D (x2) Do you know this bonnie lass with a voice to turn your heart to glass? No one living can surpass her when she sings with gifts unflawed. And if you believe you’re of the ken to work wonders with the hearts of men, She’ll steal your voice and still your pen. Amadea, loved of God. When I had sung my measure, she asked if she could play a while, And as she was a bonnie girl, I lent her my guitar and smiled. I expected her to pluck a note or two and give it back, But when her fingers touched those strings, my heart fell slack. She played a lusty tavern song and a ballad full of woe, And when she finished these, they cried for more. They would not let her go. She played until the barman closed the tavern for the night, And when she gave me back my old guitar, I cried. (Chorus) I was tempted to say “Keep it, for you need it more than I,” But when I looked up through my tears, another man had caught her eye. I’m sure that sweet diversion kept her waking through the dawn, But I could not sleep, so I paid and I traveled on. And as I walked along the road, I recalled the songs she sang, And suddenly my heart grew cold as a voice from within me rang: “Dear God, You gave me just enough to know that I’m no good!” And I prayed He’d strike me down right where I stood. (Chorus) |
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