The Horn lyrics

I wear the wrongs of the common man

Lying far from everyone and far from rest

Lords of song who play for kings

Will play for servants and those they meet

With joyful mastery for those who have ears

So blow the horn, the horn for common men

Not to end, fill the air

Long the rains have poured upon men

with cruel unsteady minds I am one

Leave the worried souls with fewer things

Make the evening rise through the

Trouble and the fear

Forever sounds the horn for all to hear

I wear the reins of the common man

Being led from mother's arm towards the end

Dance you fools under the sun

While laughter grows and everyone

Shares in the same thing I mean to join you

So blow the horn, the horn for common men

Not to end, fill the air