The Drifter
Along comes the wanderer, a drifter of some sort.
No one knows where he came from, but he's short.
A red tunic he has, and long blonde hair.
And a long sword on his back he bears.
A knight perhaps? Maybe a squire.
Maybe we should set him on fire.
He sits in silence. Not a word he says.
Maybe he has a migraine, in his head.
Out of nowhere he disappears, not a word said.
Maybe hes back to the road.. or even dead.
No one knows where he came from, but he's short.
A red tunic he has, and long blonde hair.
And a long sword on his back he bears.
A knight perhaps? Maybe a squire.
Maybe we should set him on fire.
He sits in silence. Not a word he says.
Maybe he has a migraine, in his head.
Out of nowhere he disappears, not a word said.
Maybe hes back to the road.. or even dead.