Storyteller
The flick of a wrist,
lithe and gentle,
or snapping like a cloak in the wind,
what is the riddle,
beneath each turning page?
You set the scene,
brilliant images my mind's eye to gleam,
beneath the rough paper
and jet black type.
Oh storyteller,
a path you'll light,
and with every twist of the pen,
another world to ken,
each stroke of the key,
and I learn to see.
The sky burns,
heavenly fire riding the winds,
roaring out in defiance,
until I turn the page,
to see a placid stream once more.
A knight on a quest,
a dragon on the hunt,
a soldier grim and bleak,
each has their own tale,
just waiting to break free.
Oh storyteller,
a path you'll light,
and with every twist of the pen,
another world to ken,
each stroke of the key,
and I learn to see.
And with each stroke of the key,
once again I learn to see.
Yes with each stroke of the key,
Once again,
I learn to see.
lithe and gentle,
or snapping like a cloak in the wind,
what is the riddle,
beneath each turning page?
You set the scene,
brilliant images my mind's eye to gleam,
beneath the rough paper
and jet black type.
Oh storyteller,
a path you'll light,
and with every twist of the pen,
another world to ken,
each stroke of the key,
and I learn to see.
The sky burns,
heavenly fire riding the winds,
roaring out in defiance,
until I turn the page,
to see a placid stream once more.
A knight on a quest,
a dragon on the hunt,
a soldier grim and bleak,
each has their own tale,
just waiting to break free.
Oh storyteller,
a path you'll light,
and with every twist of the pen,
another world to ken,
each stroke of the key,
and I learn to see.
And with each stroke of the key,
once again I learn to see.
Yes with each stroke of the key,
Once again,
I learn to see.