Beggar at the Feast
Original tune(lyrics only)
| Am | D |
He was | just a little | beggar man, | |
| F | G |
With | nothing but a song in his | heart. | |
| D | Am |
He | went out to find his | fortune, | |
| F | G |
To | follow and take fate's | arm. | |
| A | G |
And there were | wine and women and | song, | |
| D | G |
And the | glory of the | road. | |
| Am | D |
But for | all that he | found there, | |
| E | G | D |
His he | art did not | unfold. | |
| Am | D |
He res | cued a maiden | fair, |
| F | G |
The dra | gons all | lay slain, |
| D | Am |
She took | him home | to father, |
| F | G |
And it's | there he | remained. |
| A | G |
And there were | wine and women and | song, |
| D | G |
And the | glory of the | court. |
| Am | D |
But for | all that he | found there, |
| E | G | D |
His he | art still came up | short. | |
| Am | D |
For he | was blindly | seeking |
| A | G |
But it | took him time to | find his heart, |
| E | G | D |
Took | years to hear his | song. |
| D | Am |
One night | as they sat | feasting |
| F | G |
He heard | a minstrel | play: |
| Am | D |
There was | a little | beggar man |
| C | G |
And he | jumped up on the | table, |
| C | G |
He | tried to sing | along, |
| D | Am |
It sho | cked the | court, |
| E | G | D |
But finally, he | knew where he'd gone | wrong. | |
| A | G |
And there were | wine and women and | song, |
| D | G |
But it | was the last | he sought. |
| Am | D |
And he | went to take up the min | strel's life, |
| E | G | D |
To learn | the tunes he | taught. | |
| A | G |
And there were | wine and women and | song, |
| D | G |
In the | taverns and the | bars. |
| Am | D |
Some | times you take the | longest path |
| E | G | D |
To | wind up where you | are. | |
Yes, I've definitely got a thing about cyclical bard stories ...