A HANDFUL OF BREAD FOR THE SINGER’S SONG by Kati Evans

“A handful of bread for a song” he cried, 

“Oh let me sing for you.

Oh let me sing the sweetest song

Of the glorious days gone by

When heroes fought for Home Stone

 In the victorious battles passed by.”

“A handful of bread for a song” he cried,

“Oh let me stand and give verse.

Of loves that have withstood the test of time

 And those joyous days of old

With ceremonies, processions, and great tournaments

That all do need to be told.”

“A handful of bread for a song” he cried,

“Oh let me sing you a song.

Of the great cities across this grand world

And the history of our land.

So with another do raise your voice

And hear the sweet melody of the band.”

“A handful of bread for a song” he cried,

“Oh let me tell of my heart.

With the deepest of emotions I pour out for you

Of things that now must be heard,

So to in later years you may recall what this day has been said

And these true songs continue on to the little ones be spread.”

“Oh please, oh please just a handful of bread”