Troubadour
The road is long and wide
The road is long and resplendent
We all walk it till the very end
We all walk it until the bitter end
But I walk the road alone
I give thanks and sing Hallelujah
I sing a troubadour’s songs
I give thanks and sing Hallelujah
One set his heart on gold
One set his heart on fine gold
Another found a girl to love
Another…
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Where a bullet is fired, it is the Jew who falls.
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