Verse 1:
Come all ye,
Rolling minstrels,
And to-gether,
We will try.
To rouse the spirit,
Of the earth,
And move the rolling sky.
Verse 2:
Those that dance,
Will start to dance,
And those who,
Don't will stay.
In time to list,
Our merry tune,
That we play for you to-day.
Chorus 1:
So come all,
Ye rolling minstrels,
And together we will try.
To rouse the spirit,
Of the earth,
And move the rolling sky.
Interlude:
Verse 3:
Our fiddler,
He just loves to play,
And that's why,
He plays so good.
And now he plays,
A vio-lin,
Made out of solid wood.
Chorus 2:
So come all,
Ye rolling minstrels,
And together we will try.
To rouse the spirit,
Of the earth,
And move the rolling sky.
Interlude:
Verse 4:
Pos-sessor of,
The magic touch,
And no ma-gician he.
Will play for you,
Some magic notes,
In-stead, as you will see.
Chorus 3:
So come all,
Ye rolling minstrels,
And together we will try.
To rouse the spirit,
Of the earth,
And move the rolling sky.
Interlude:
Verse 5:
Sound of beating,
On the drum,
Song be-hind,
You'll hear.
And to the rhythm,
Of gui-tar
We hope you'll,
Lend an ear.
Chorus 4:
So come all,
Ye rolling minstrels,
And together we will try.
To rouse the spirit,
Of the earth,
And move the rolling sky.
Interlude:
Verse 6:
Well, the man who plays,
The bass does make,
Those low notes,
That you hear.
And the high notes,
Come from you and me,
For we will sing so clear.
Chorus 5:
So come all,
Ye rolling minstrels,
And together we will try.
To rouse the spirit,
Of the earth,
And move the rolling sky.
Outro:
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
xx0232 x02220 320003 x02210
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007
(clumsyband@hotmail.com)
Come all ye,
Rolling minstrels,
And to-gether,
We will try.
To rouse the spirit,
Of the earth,
And move the rolling sky.
Verse 2:
Those that dance,
Will start to dance,
And those who,
Don't will stay.
In time to list,
Our merry tune,
That we play for you to-day.
Chorus 1:
So come all,
Ye rolling minstrels,
And together we will try.
To rouse the spirit,
Of the earth,
And move the rolling sky.
Interlude:
Verse 3:
Our fiddler,
He just loves to play,
And that's why,
He plays so good.
And now he plays,
A vio-lin,
Made out of solid wood.
Chorus 2:
So come all,
Ye rolling minstrels,
And together we will try.
To rouse the spirit,
Of the earth,
And move the rolling sky.
Interlude:
Verse 4:
Pos-sessor of,
The magic touch,
And no ma-gician he.
Will play for you,
Some magic notes,
In-stead, as you will see.
Chorus 3:
So come all,
Ye rolling minstrels,
And together we will try.
To rouse the spirit,
Of the earth,
And move the rolling sky.
Interlude:
Verse 5:
Sound of beating,
On the drum,
Song be-hind,
You'll hear.
And to the rhythm,
Of gui-tar
We hope you'll,
Lend an ear.
Chorus 4:
So come all,
Ye rolling minstrels,
And together we will try.
To rouse the spirit,
Of the earth,
And move the rolling sky.
Interlude:
Verse 6:
Well, the man who plays,
The bass does make,
Those low notes,
That you hear.
And the high notes,
Come from you and me,
For we will sing so clear.
Chorus 5:
So come all,
Ye rolling minstrels,
And together we will try.
To rouse the spirit,
Of the earth,
And move the rolling sky.
Outro:
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
xx0232 x02220 320003 x02210
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007
(clumsyband@hotmail.com)