I am walking to a master A real master of his trade At the border of the village Feels like ten miles away
Hate to pull the chunky handcart Where potholes are everywhere Step by step I'm coming closer To the end of this way
Listen to the smite on the anvil A fire from afar When the blacksmith is stroking Clanger in the dark When the iron is glowing Going up in flames Extinguish the fire Wall of smother and sparks he can tame The blacksmith just shapes metal blades
I can sense the smell of metal In his dire armory Never seen so many weapons Straight rows - polished and clean
At this place I'm feeling queasy 'cause I am just a knave Have to bear away the armour Back on dangerous ways
Listen to the smite on the anvil A fire from afar When the blacksmith is stroking Clanger in the dark When the iron is glowing Going up in flames Extinguish the fire Wall of smother and sparks he can tame The blacksmith just shapes metal bladesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
