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