I don’t know why I’m feeling this way
a burning lust to come out and play
the music flows and the melody grows
the troubadour’s alba at the dawn of day
When a cool breeze calls the sun to rise,
I sense the air of Paradise
Timeless words the troubadour wrote
while he sang his songs of love devote
Under your spell
Heaven and hell
Down in the well
Rising in swell
When the night departs
from the morning gate
Can you still recall the serenade?
The troubadour sang while the night began
now the melody lingers a twist of fate
Under your spell
Heaven and hell
Down in the well
Rising in swell
