Van Morrison 04. Troubadours

From the ancient sun to the old heart stove, say the troubadours 
From the city gates to the castle walls 
I wish it was the troubadours 
 
On a sunlit day it was bright and clear 
And the people came from far and they came from near 
To hear the troubadours 
 
Well the troubadours sang their songs of love to the lady fair 
She was sitting...