Band of Teachers - Terry Pratchett, Steeleye Span

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