Walk along little bard

Walk along your path minstrel,
These halls are not for yours,
These be barred to them of heart,
Love crosses not these shores.

It is a hall of the deaf, O blessed bard!
Sing not for none can hear.
Yon lore is poison for ears
That have never been pure,

Of ornaments is joy shorn,
In ornaments is love born.
The day of newborn long gone,
All that innocence long undone.

Was a day when the nightingale sang,
Those days are them we mourn,
For if a heart know not love,
Never will it be despair shown.

Till the tithe is collected

There ain't a thing true about me,
For I have been insane you see.
I have tried the other guy shoes,
That shoe was never meant for me.
Quiet can a day go and am true,
Laugh a bit till emotions burn blue.

There ain't a thing true about me,
For I have been deaf you see,
I have stolen the songs of others,
And sung lays not for me.
Quiet can a day go and am true
For there is a path for you.

There ain't a thing true about me,
For I have been blind you see,
I have trod on else's path,
Those ends were never for me
Quiet can a day go and am true,
Smile a bit till the hells are due.