Band of teachers, looked like tinkers
Sold invisible things
Always skint
After they sold what they had,
Still had it, they sold what everyone needed
But often didn't want
Key to the universe, a precious token
Sold to those unaware it was locked
Kept apart from all other travelers
With their ragged clothes
And strange square 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 colored tents and patchwork booths
Hitched on the common
Out of the way
Patrolled by young apprentice teachers
Lookin for listeners, who didn't want to pay
Teachers of math were counting stars
Astronomers measured, what they could
Literary teachers named 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, looked like tinkers
Sold invisible things
Always skint
After they sold what they had, still had it
They sold what everyone needed,
But often didn't 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

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