Smiths are sharpening the swords
When there is time to get aboard
And leave for unknown destinies
Well known as barbarians
But most of them were trading men
And full of curiousity
When the men came back to town
They would tell their stories
Who they'd met and all they'd experienced
REF: Blow your horn and beat the drum
And shout it out to everyone
Tonight we're gonna celebrate
Singing our Song Of Fête
Tell the town to come along
So blow your horn and beat the drum
Tonight we're gonna celebrate
Singing out our Song Of Fête
Life was hard on everyone
But still they tried to have some fun
Whenever they all had the chance
Rich and poor they tried to flee
Their cold and hard reality
With banquets full of songs and dance
They invited jesters who
Always did amuse them
They invited poets to spellbind them
REF: Blow your horn and beat the drum...
When the men came back to town
They would tell their stories
Who they'd met and all they'd experienced