The tales of bold and galant knights, the fearless battles they would fight
These are the stories he'd recite – the troubadour
The many tidings he would bring about some poor and lonely king
Would never see another spring – the troubadour
 
A minstrel man of days gone by who gave the ladies all the eye
All knew just how to make them sigh – the troubadour, the troubadour
He'd gently lure them to a glade where he would sing his serenade
And woo a many a fare young maid – the troubadour, the troubadour
 
La lalala lala lailala lailala...
La lala lailala la...
La lalala lala lailala lailala...
La lala lailala la...
 
He would steal their hearts away, then greet the dawning of the day
In some small village far away – the troubadour
There, once again he'd sing a song about some war that had been won
His voice would ring out clear and strong – the troubadour
 
And as he drew his public near, he gave them what they came to hear
He sang of love and life and fear – the troubadour, the troubadour
He'd recall a gruesome tale, perhaps of Jonah and the whale
And make his audience all grow pale – the troubadour, the troubadour
 
But when he felt things goin' wrong, it never lasted very wrong
For he would start a funny song – the troubadour
Music and words – witty and kind, this minstrel man has left behind
Perhaps some day again you'll find the troubadour
 
Oh oh... la lalala lala lailala lailala...
La lala lailala la...
La lalala lala lailala lailala...
La lala lailala la...
 
Oh oh... la lalala lala lailala lailala...
La lala lailala la...
La lalala lala lailala lailala...
La lala lailala la...
 
The troubadour