He ran around the pasture and the village
He stood by the bookstall on the corner,
gazing at the guitar in the showcase
and admiring it faraway
Coal filled the baskets.
The coal kept burning.
The coal was half burned
Hot oven.
The blacksmith toiled to save money for his hope
On the street lined with baroque buildings,
a Polish minstrel was performing in a small inn
The blacksmith stood outside,
troubled about entry.
His coins were still not enough
He was really eager to know
What on earth was the chord of the
ballad from Eastern Europe
In Milan, the day was dawning
How many horseshoes should he forge
could he afford a guitar
He just couldn't find the answer
He didn't know what to do at all.
So vexing
He broke his little piggy bank
His earnest wish was gonna come true.
So happy
He ran around the pasture and the village
He stood by the bookstall on the corner,
gazing at the guitar in the showcase
and admiring it faraway
Coal filled the baskets.
The coal kept burning.
The coal was half burned
Hot oven.
The blacksmith toiled to save money for his hope
On the street lined with baroque buildings,
a Polish minstrel was performing in a small inn
The blacksmith stood outside,
troubled about entry.
His coins were still not enough
He was really eager to know
What on earth was the chord of the
ballad from Eastern Europe
In Milan, the day was dawning
How many horseshoes should he forge
could he afford a guitar
He just couldn't find the answer
He didn't know what to do at all.
So vexing
He broke his little piggy bank
His earnest wish was gonna come true.
So happy
He was really eager to know
What on earth was the chord of the
ballad from Eastern Europe
In Milan, the day was dawning
How many horseshoes should he forge
could he afford a guitar
He just couldn't find the answer
He didn't know what to do at all.
So vexing
He broke his little piggy bank
His earnest wish was gonna come true.
So happy