Verse I
I’ve pockets deep and nimble hands,
I’ve wandered wide through many lands.
A bauble here, a trinket there,
“Oh how’d that get?”—I only stare.
For life is short, and roads are long,
So why not fill it up with song?
With laughter bright and eyes so wide,
I chase the world, I will not hide.
Chorus
Tasslehoff, the wanderer free,
A friend to all, a thief of glee.
Through danger wild, through sorrow’s door,
He laughs, he leaps, he asks for more.
Verse II
The knights may scowl, the mages sigh,
“Now Tas, behave!”—but still I try.
For rules are chains, and chains are lies,
I’d rather dance beneath the skies.
And if a dragon bares its teeth,
I’ll duck beneath its claws, beneath!
For who can harm a heart so light,
That turns the dark to dawn’s delight?
Chorus
Tasslehoff, the wanderer free,
A friend to all, a thief of glee.
Through danger wild, through sorrow’s door,
He laughs, he leaps, he asks for more.
Bridge
Yet sometimes when the fire grows low,
And voices hush, and embers glow,
I feel a pang, a quiet tear,
For all the ones I held so dear.
The road goes on, but some have stayed,
Their memory in my laughter laid.
And though I jest, I know it true:
The heart of joy is sorrow too.
Verse III
So fill your cup, and hear me say,
That every night must greet the day.
The world is vast, the time is fleet,
Each tale we tell is bittersweet.
But if you walk with me awhile,
I’ll make you laugh, I’ll make you smile.
And though the shadows bite and sting,
Together still, we’ll always sing.
Final Chorus
Tasslehoff, the wanderer free,
A friend to all, a thief of glee.
Through danger wild, through sorrow’s door,
He laughs, he leaps, he asks for more.
Outro
So sing my song, both brave and small,
For joy’s the greatest gift of all.
Tasslehoff Burrfoot, kender bright,
Who turns the dark to dancing light.
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