Troubadour (Bernardo Baglioni)

Lyrics

Troubadour I was born a wanderer In a foreign land So many things about this place I don't understand Still, I can tell by looking Deep into your eyes Whether you are telling me The truth or a pack of lies (And) willingly, willingly I sing This love is filling me, filling me to the brink Oh, willingly, willingly I sing you my song This love is filling me, filling me the whole day long I have searched for meaning For my whole life long Now, I look for simple things A kiss, a glance, a song When things get complicated I know that something's wrong I accept it is my fate To feel I don't belong (But) willingly, willingly I sing This love is filling me, filling me to the brink Oh, willingly, willingly I sing you my song This love is filling me, filling me the whole day long Oh, men of ambition Oh, you men of greed It is your tradition To take more than you need But, after years of wandering Well, there's one thing I know There's nothing here worth taking And there's no place to go (Still) willingly, willingly I sing This love is filling me, filling me to the brink Oh, willingly, willingly I sing you my song This love is filling me, filling me the whole day long Willingly, willingly I sing This love is filling me, filling me to the brink Oh, willingly, willingly I sing you my song This love is filling me, filling me the whole day long copyright©2007 Bernardo Baglioni and Carolyn Baron

Credits

Lyrics Credits: Carolyn Baron

Music Credits: Bernardo Baglioni

Producer Credits: Bernardo Baglioni

Performance Credits: Bernardo Baglioni

Description

Short Song Description: A song about a Troubadour who observes the world as an outsider and sings for love.

Metadata

Song Length: 3:27

Primary Genre: Rock-Alternative

Secondary Genre: Folk-Rock

Lead Vocal: Male Vocal

Subject Matter 1: Life

Subject Matter 2: Philosophy

Mood 1: Joyful

Mood 2: Composed

Similar Artist 1: Jack Johnson

Similar Artist 2: Tom Petty

Language: English

Era: 2000 and later