Une des belles chansons d’amour de Tom Paxton, qui cherche tout ce qu’il pourrait faire pour faire sourire sa bien-aimée et sécher ses larmes.

WISH I HAD A TROUBADOUR

Wish I had a troubadour sitting by my knee,
Playing stately rhythms of the ancient balladry.
If I had a troubadour, I’d signal with my hand
And he would sing for you,
He would sing for you until you’d smile.

Wish I had a castle clown with bells upon his hat.
Doing tricks and somersaults, you’d have to laugh at that.
If I had a castle clown, I’d call him to your side,
And he’d do tricks for you,
He’d do tricks for you until you’d smile.

Wish I had a wind I’d bring it by,
A gentle western wind to dry your eyes.
A southern wind to keep you from your crying,
I’m still trying.

Wish I had a Royal Ballet, to summon at my will.
Dancing by the candle light, some lovely old quadrille.
If I had a Royal Ballet I’d signal with a nod,
And they would dance for you,
They would dance for you until you’d smile.

Wish I had a wind I’d bring it by,
A gentle western wind to dry your eyes.
A southern wind to keep you from your crying,
I’m still trying.

Wish I had a troubadour sitting by my knee,
Playing stately rhythms of the ancient balladry.
If I had a troubadour, I’d signal with my hand
And he would sing for you,
He would sing for you until you’d smile.