Many thanks to Kenny for this soulful interpretation of a lyric I wrote a few years ago.
~ life is not a Van Morrison song ~
Wave Goodbye to the Troubadour
Copyright © December 2012 D Rulliere/K Leverett
Standing on the threshold
Of a hope that felt like home
Sliding like young lovers do
Into the bright unknown
A heart that once believed in you
How did it turn to stone
Wave goodbye to the troubadour
He’s left the stage with no encore
He sold you a sweet memory
Was it worth the price you paid
Now he’s packing up his melodies
Along with all your might have beens
Leaving you with broken dreams
And nothing left to say
Life is not a moondance
Love is not a song
It’s not a mystic avenue
It’s a road that’s hard and long
You thought that dreaming made it true
Seems like you were wrong
So wave goodbye to the troubadour
There’s none so wise as the troubadour
But don’t ask why of the troubadour
He’s not giving it away
Wave goodbye to the troubadour
Don’t you cry for the troubadour
Dry your eyes for the troubadour
He may be back some day