Storyteller-Jeanette Alexander

I spin tales each day of this world full of wonder I hear people say, "You can harvest the plunder" But as I reach out 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 leery and tired of the fighting I pray everyday 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 has 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 is entwining My colors are faded, 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 has 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'll guide me on walkways where the faerie lights burn And I hope that I never return Who'll keep the firelight bright when you're gone? Who has the insight to help me go on? You 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 your pocket Spin me a story from your coattail so bare My heart has turned cold, my dreams are too old And I need to know magic's still there Please, Storyteller, pull a tale from your pocket Spin me a story from your coattail so bare My heart has turned cold, my dreams are too old And I need to know magic's still there