Steeleye Span Follow

Band of Teachers.
Look like Tinkers.
Sold invisible things.
Always skint!
After they saw,
What they had, still had it.
They saw what everyone needed,
But often in the end.
A key to the year, there's a precious token.
Sold to those unaware, it was locked.
Kept apart from all other travellers.
With their ragged clothes, and change ware hats.
Sleeping under cold, cold stars.
On the moor, and deep in snow.
Heading for a land too far.
See the Band of Teachers.
Go.
Bright coloured pens and patchwork booths.
Hitched on the common,
Out of the way.
Patrolled by young apprentice teachers,
Looking for listeners, who didn't want to wait.
Teachers amass for counting styles.
Astronomers measured what they would.
Literary Teachers, made each one.
Geography Teachers, lost in the wood.
Sleeping under cold, cold stars.
On the moor, and deep in snow.
Heading for a land too far.
See, the Band of Teachers,
Go.
Band of Teachers.
Look like Tinkers.
Sold invisible things.
Always skint!
After they saw,
What they had, still had it.
They saw what everyone needed,
But often, not what they want.
Sleeping under cold, cold stars.
On the moor, and deep in snow.
Heading for a land too far.
See, the Band of Teachers,
Sleeping under cold, cold stars.
On the moor, and deep in snow.
Heading for a land too far.
See, the Band of Teachers,
Go.