(chorus) Mile by mile and day by day, The Lonely Bard goes on. Through the wind and rain he makes his way And sings his mournful song To every village high and low He went to sing his tale of woe. He never had a place to call home And wandered through the hills all alone From verdant spring to bleak chilly fall, He followed naught but his muse's call. No shelter had he from the bitter cold And perished in Winter's icy hold. [chorus] I see him in my dreams and hear his cry, Another sleepless night goes by. His tune, it haunts my every waking hour! No solace can I find from his power [chorus] Long ago and far away Upon a frozen moor, He lost his life one tragic day And haunts me evermore (x2)