Troubadour
Enchanting Tales: A Troubadour's Journey into Love and Poetry
Lyrics
She is a girl I met one January noon
Meeting a girl during January afternoon.
Borrowed some books and said that I'd return them soon
Borrowed books with a promise to return them soon.
If she asked about them I wouldn't find the words to say because
Unable to explain if questioned because of not reading them until now.
I'd never read a page until today
Admitting to never having read the books until today.
Please be careful
Requesting someone to be cautious.
You'll be careful won't you?
Repeated plea for carefulness.
Do be careful
Urging someone to be cautious.
Don't you dare fall for words like this
Warning against falling for deceptive words.
I won't dare to make a move
Declaring the hesitancy to take action.
No I won't dare to make a move
Reiterating the reluctance to make a move.
She is a girl who's made of sugar more than spice
Describing the girl as sweet rather than sassy.
And by some lovely accident, she's everything nice
Expressing how she embodies pleasant traits accidentally.
Wise beyond her years it's in her soul, it's in her name
Noting her wisdom despite her youth.
But she's clumsy and childlike all the same
Pointing out her mix of maturity and clumsiness.
Keep this story in a bottle throw it out into the sea
Suggesting encapsulating this experience in a story sent out to sea.
It could sink under the water or find its way to you and me
Speculating about the story’s fate—whether it sinks or reaches its intended recipients.
And by God if it's the latter then maybe
Contemplating the possibility of destiny if it reaches the right person.
Then maybe
Repeating the contemplation.
It's meant to be
Considering the potential destiny of the story.
She is a poet and she was barefoot on stage
Depicting the girl as a poet performing barefoot on stage.
Saw her November under starlight and the rain
Recalling a meeting with her in November amidst starlight and rain.
I am a troubadour my feet were meant to roam
Identifying oneself as a troubadour meant to wander.
But when I heard her words I longed for home
Feeling a yearning for home upon hearing her words.
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