Pitied Be the Dragon Hunter

Pity be the dragon hunter, pity be his maid Pity be the blind boy who carries the hunter's spade And woe unto the minstrel wandering through the land Woe unto the outlaw who doesn't understand And to me I have loved in the morning I have laughed with the dawn In your face I saw longing Night has come, now it's gone Now it's gone Tears for the lonely princess, tears for the merchant's wife Tears for the innkeeper's daughter who swapped anger for life And hiss the ugly duckling, hiss a crooked mile Hiss the wicked witch but do it with a smile And with love With love And with love