Storyteller - Jeanette Alexander

I spin tales each day of this world full of wonder
I hear people say
You can harvest the plunder
But as I reach out with a trembling hand
All the gold coins just turn into sand
I feel very weary
My temper is biting
I know I've grown leery and tired of the fighting
I pray everyday that it all will be grand
But I sure could use help of your kind
Friendly hand
Please
Storyteller
Pull a tale from your pocket
Spin me a story from your coattail so bare
My heart has turned cold
My dreams are too old
And I need to know magic's still there
My own coat's too thin and I'm down to the lining
The spirit within on itself is entwining
My colors are faded
My cuffs are both worn
And the seam down the back is all tattered and torn
Please
Storyteller
Pull a tale from your pocket
Spin me a story from your coattail so bare
My heart has turned cold
My dreams are too old
And I need to know magic's still there
I walk through your door
See the smile that won't tire
I sit on the floor with your dog by the fire
You'll guide me on walkways where the faerie lights burn
And I hope that I never return
Who'll keep the firelight bright when you're gone
Who has the insight to help me go on
You taught me that stories
Once told
Can come true
And I hope that I tell them with magic
Like you
Please
Storyteller
Pull a tale from your pocket
Spin me a story from your coattail so bare
My heart has turned cold
My dreams are too old
And I need to know magic's still there
Please
Storyteller
Pull a tale from your pocket
Spin me a story from your coattail so bare
My heart has turned cold
My dreams are too old
And I need to know magic's still there