Last of the Bards - Karliene

I was born in the heather

In my sweet Northern land

With a song in my ears

And a lute in my hand

And I’ve traveled the plains

Collecting the sounds

And the stories of friends

That I sing about now

And they call me the last of the bards

When I open my lungs

And I spill out my heart

They call me the last of the bards

When I sing my old fashioned songs

And I tried not to cry

When I left my sweet home

Where the old pipes were playing

My favourite song

And I still hear it now

On the cold Northern wind

And I sing it aloud

For the people I miss

And they call me the last of the bards

When I open my lungs

And I spill out my heart

They call me the last of the bards

When I sing my old fashioned songs

I was born in the heather

In my sweet Northern land

With a song in my ears

And a lute in my hand

And I’ve traveled the plains

Collecting the sounds

And the stories of friends

That I sing about now

And they call me the last of the bards

When I open my lungs

And I spill out my heart

They call me the last of the bards

When I sing my old fashioned songs