I wasn't honestly sure if I had the song, but I looked in my list, and it turns out I do. I've listened the song through several times, and gotten the lyrics down as best as I'm able.

Here they are:

I spin tales each day of this world full of wonder,
I hear people say you can harvest the plunder.
But as I reject 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 leary and tired of the fighting.
I pray every day 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 is 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 isn't whining.
My colors are fading, 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 is 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 guide me on walkways where the faerylights burn,
And I hope that I never return.

Who keep the firelight bright when you're gone,
Who has the insight to help me go on?
You've 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 you pocket,
Spin me a story from your coattail so bare.
My heart is turned cold,
My dreams are too old and I need to know magic's still there.

Please storyteller, pull a tale from you pocket,
Spin me a story from your coattail so bare.
My heart is turned cold,
My dreams are too old and I need to know magic's still there.

Yes I need to know magic's still there.


Edain's friend,
Nat