Storyteller Lyrics

I spin tales each day of this world full of wonder

I hear people say,"You can harvest the plunder"

But as I reach out with a trembling hand

All the gold coins just turn into sand



I feel very weary, my temper is biting

I know I've grown leery and tired of the fighting

I pray everyday yhat it all will be grand

But I sure could use help of your kind, friendly hand



CHORUS:

Please, Storyteller, pull a tale from your pocket

Spin me a story from your coattail so bare

My heart has turned cold, my dreams are too old

And I need to know magic's still there



My own coat's too thin and I'm down to the lining

The spirit within on itself is entwining

My colors are faded, my cuffs are both worn

And the seam down the back is all tattered and torn



[CHORUS]



I walk through your door, see the smile that won't tire

I sit on the floor with your dog by the fire

You'll guide me on walkways where the faerie lights

burn

And I hope that I never return



Who'll keep the firelight bright when you're gone?

Who has the insight to help me go on?

You taught me that stories, once told, can come true

And I hope that I tell them with magic, like you



[REPEAT CHORUS TWICE]