Let me take you back to the 12th century
Right in the heart of Germany
In the vicinity of castles and towns
Walther of the Bird-Field sang for the crown
About love and hate, and God and faith
About staying true from the cradle to the grave
In every town and village he sang
For the love of his fellow men
Chorus:
All hailed the Mastersinger of the Free State of Thuringia
All hailed the Mastersinger of the Free State of Thuringia
He dined with kings and raised his glass with mountaineers
He witnessed their glory days but also their fears
Collected their stories on his journey through the fields
Where danger threatens, but his song was his shield
Dressed in an armour of pure belief
With a voice like thunder he took away their grief
The crusaders took pride in his Palestine chant
As they marched off to Jerusalem
Right in the heart of Germany
In the vicinity of castles and towns
Walther of the Bird-Field sang for the crown
About love and hate, and God and faith
About staying true from the cradle to the grave
In every town and village he sang
For the love of his fellow men
Chorus:
All hailed the Mastersinger of the Free State of Thuringia
All hailed the Mastersinger of the Free State of Thuringia
He dined with kings and raised his glass with mountaineers
He witnessed their glory days but also their fears
Collected their stories on his journey through the fields
Where danger threatens, but his song was his shield
Dressed in an armour of pure belief
With a voice like thunder he took away their grief
The crusaders took pride in his Palestine chant
As they marched off to Jerusalem