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The Alchemist and The Pedlar - Dransfields
Oh a few old friends
They're gathering down
By the tavern fire
When in there walked
A pedlar
Who comes round once a year
He overheard them talking
All about their quest for gold
There's a curse on it
Cried the pedlar
Or so I have been told
They paid no heed to his warning
And they spent their money free
They deal out cards and smoke out the words
They play so fearlessly
See a smile on the winner's face
Oh the loser he does not cry
He puts his head to the brandy
'Cause he knows his luck's run dry
Was he riding on a white horse
That never touched the ground
Left the others searching
For the things that can't be found
So through that night they stayed
To find out just who the winner plays
And the dealer he gets impatient
'Cause the game went on for days
Then a piece of bright yellow metal
Appeared before their eyes
He may go oh he may go
You see the pedlar lies
They took the prize with the greatest care down
To their silent den
Where they performed their logic
'Cause the truth they had to learn
They tried every cipher and reason
Not a trace of gold did they find
Then a flash and flame
Oh and they were slain
But ah
Their bones did shine
Was he riding on a white horse
That never touched the ground
Left the others searching
For the things that can't be found
The most glorious of sunsets
In heaven
Ever ran
Was staged to show these lonely dead
Who didn't understand
To see how the moon feels like flying
And watch 'til the stars disappear
And the pedlar's gone oh to another town
But he'll be back next year
Was he riding on a white horse
That never touched the ground
Left the others searching
For the things that can't be found
