Pitied Be the Dragon Hunter

Pitied be the dragon hunter
Pitied be his nave pitied be the blind boy
Who carries the hunter's stave
And woe unto the minstrel
Wandering through the land
Woe unto the outlaw who doesn't understand
And to you

I have loved in the morning
I have laughed with the dawn
In your face, I saw longing
Night has come, now it's gone
Tears for the lonely princess
Tears for the merchant's wife
Tears for the innkeeper's daughter
Whose longing grew for life
And hiss the ugly duckling
Hiss a crooked mile hiss the wicked witch
But do it with a smile and with love

With love and with love