Gaily the Troubadour Songtext / Lyric

Gaily the troubadour touched his guitar,
When he was hast'ning home from the war.
Singing from Palestine hither I come;
Lady love, lady love welcome me home.
Singing from Palestine hither I come;
Lady love, lady love welcome me home She, for the troubadour hopelessly wept,
Sadly she thought of him when others slept.
Singing in search of thee would I might roam;
Troubadour, troubadour come to thy home.
Singing in search of thee would I might roam;
Troubadour, troubadour come to thy home. Hark! 'twas the troubadour breathing her name;
Under the battlement softly he came.
Singing, from Palestine, hither I come;
Lady love, lady love, welcome me home.
Singing from Palestine hither I come;
Lady love, lady love welcome me home