Stephen Bard - The Bard Lyrics

Born to the mountains
And the white mist of the sky
He bathed in the fountains
Of the stream
His mother was Nature
He was the apple of her eye
She put him to sleep
In forest green
One day Nature called him
And told him he must sing
Of her ways
She took the wood of a tree
And made a guitar
You shall pen the words
Call them lyrics
You shall write the pretty sounds
Call it music
Combine the two
See what it can do
It heals
It heals
Ooh
It heals the soul
So he did what he was told
It didn't take long
It was innocent
Not bold
It was loving
Not cold
He called it a song
The folksinger is leaving today
He's joining the lion and the dove
For they are all symbols
Of life
Harmony
And love