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Karl Beck: Musik und Text, Gesang, Bass
Achim Susbauer: Gitarren, Gesang
Richard Bellinghausen: Gesang, Artwork
Roland Enders: Gesang, String Arrangement, Drum- und Percussionprogramming
Achim Susbauer: Gitarren, Gesang
Richard Bellinghausen: Gesang, Artwork
Roland Enders: Gesang, String Arrangement, Drum- und Percussionprogramming
When the first sweet showers fall in May
And the flowers blossom in the rain
When the south winds gently blow all day
And birds sing on every hill and plain
Then people come together high and low
Young and old from every town and place
They are pilgrims down to Canterbury they go
To seek the blessed saint and win his holy grace
There's a merchant riding high
On his horse, he wears a fancy hat
A sturdy miller next to him
His face and beard of glowing red
And on their way they're telling stories
Tales of wisdom and of love
All their lives are full of worries
|:Hope for relief in god above:|.
There's a sailor coming far from west
And many harbours he has seen
Poor farmers, weavers and a carpenter
A rich man's wife dressed in a gown
Of shining green
They all have come together high and low
Young and old from every town and place
They are pilgrims down to Canterbury they go
To seek the blessed saint and win his holy grace
And the flowers blossom in the rain
When the south winds gently blow all day
And birds sing on every hill and plain
Then people come together high and low
Young and old from every town and place
They are pilgrims down to Canterbury they go
To seek the blessed saint and win his holy grace
There's a merchant riding high
On his horse, he wears a fancy hat
A sturdy miller next to him
His face and beard of glowing red
And on their way they're telling stories
Tales of wisdom and of love
All their lives are full of worries
|:Hope for relief in god above:|.
There's a sailor coming far from west
And many harbours he has seen
Poor farmers, weavers and a carpenter
A rich man's wife dressed in a gown
Of shining green
They all have come together high and low
Young and old from every town and place
They are pilgrims down to Canterbury they go
To seek the blessed saint and win his holy grace
