| Underneath the harvest moon
|
| Where the ancient shadows will play and hide…
|
| With a ghostly tune and the devil"s pride…
|
| «Stranger"whispered all the town
|
| Has he come to save us from Satan"s hand?
|
| Leading them away to a foreign land…
|
| Play for me, minstrel, play
|
| And take away our sorrows…
|
| Play for me, minstrel, play
|
| And we"ll follow…
|
| Hear, listen, can you hear,
|
| The haunting melody surrounding you,
|
| Weaving a magic spell all around you…
|
| Danger hidden in his eyes,
|
| We should have seen it from far away,
|
| Wearing such a thin disguise in the light of day…
|
| He held the answers to our prayers,
|
| Yet it was too good to be…
|
| Proof before our eyes, yet we could not see…
|
| Play for me, minstrel, play
|
| And take away our sorrows…
|
| Play for me, minstrel, play
|
| And we"ll follow…
|
| Hear, listen, can you hear,
|
| The haunting melody surrounding you,
|
| Weaving a magic spell all around you… |