Storyteller Lyrics

By Heather Alexander

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I spin tales each day
of this world full of wonder
I hear people say,
"You can harvest the plunder"
But as I reject it with a trembling hand
All the gold coins just turn into sand.

I don't feel very merry
My temper is biting
I know I've grown weary
and tired of the fighting
I pray every day that it all will be grand
But I sure could use help of your kind friendly hand

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Please Storyteller,
Pull a tale from your pocket
Spin me a story
From your coattail so bare
My heart is turned cold,
My dreams are too old
And I need to know magic's still there

My overcoat's too thin,
Hemmed it down to the linen
the spirit within
(on itself isn't whining)??
My colors are faded, my cuffs are both worn
and the seam down the back is all tattered and torn

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I walk through your door
See the smile that won't tire
I sit on the floor
with your dog by the fire
You guide me on walkways, where the faerie lights burn
And I hope 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

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Yes, I need to know magic's still there

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