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Poet Traditional Arab Ramadan, dafli percussion, spiritual meditative rhythms https://www.producer.ai/BlackHardwar https://songly.gift/ru/app/videos/create https://sinonim.org/song#res Lyrics Verse 1 I walk the roads that wind between The hills where stone walls rise First ruler greets me with a feast But hunger's in their eyes Their banners fly so high above While children beg below I sing my song and quietly leave When morning starts to show Chorus Every wall has a tale to tell Every gate hides a truth as well Sing it soft, sing it clear Let them hear what they need to hear Verse 2 The second keep stands proud and tall With guards at every door The ruler there speaks gentle words But servants sleep on straw The books are bound in finest hide While farmers' fields lay bare I sing my song and slip away Before they know I'm there Chorus Every wall has a tale to tell Every gate hides a truth as well Sing it soft, sing it clear Let them hear what they need to hear Bridge Some rule with scrolls, some rule with swords Some never hear the common words I carry tunes from door to door And see what lies behind and before Verse 3 The wisest one I ever found Had halls of simple stone They worked the fields beside their folk And shared bread at their home No mighty towers touched the sky No gold adorned their head I sing their song in every town Their story needs be spread Chorus Every wall has a tale to tell Every gate hides a truth as well Sing it soft, sing it clear Let them hear what they need to hear
Poet Traditional Arab Ramadan, dafli percussion, spiritual meditative rhythms https://www.producer.ai/BlackHardwar https://songly.gift/ru/app/videos/create https://sinonim.org/song#res Lyrics Verse 1 I walk the roads that wind between The hills where stone walls rise First ruler greets me with a feast But hunger's in their eyes Their banners fly so high above While children beg below I sing my song and quietly leave When morning starts to show Chorus Every wall has a tale to tell Every gate hides a truth as well Sing it soft, sing it clear Let them hear what they need to hear Verse 2 The second keep stands proud and tall With guards at every door The ruler there speaks gentle words But servants sleep on straw The books are bound in finest hide While farmers' fields lay bare I sing my song and slip away Before they know I'm there Chorus Every wall has a tale to tell Every gate hides a truth as well Sing it soft, sing it clear Let them hear what they need to hear Bridge Some rule with scrolls, some rule with swords Some never hear the common words I carry tunes from door to door And see what lies behind and before Verse 3 The wisest one I ever found Had halls of simple stone They worked the fields beside their folk And shared bread at their home No mighty towers touched the sky No gold adorned their head I sing their song in every town Their story needs be spread Chorus Every wall has a tale to tell Every gate hides a truth as well Sing it soft, sing it clear Let them hear what they need to hear