Son, do you know about medieval times? You mean the times, dad? Yes, my son, the medieval times. Let me teach you something about them, son. Verse 1: The medieval times was long ago, how long for real no one know. Some say it started right when Jesus was born others claim that's a time long forlorn. And let's not start on the end of it all to discuss that takes some serious ball. It can get quite heated for you if you're bold like Jaques Le Goff, duh! Chorus: So Father, can you tell me, Can you tell me when it was? Do you know the answer, To the questions that I toss? I crave to know the wisdom, That history has spread, Don’t keep it all for yourself, oh Dad, Let me fill my head! Please share your knowledge, Or do I have to pay a toll? Unlock the gates to history, Let it fill my soul! Verse 2: When the people settled down and the time of movement had it's showdown It's another point some people claim shall be considered as the mid times flame Yet scholars bicker, still debate, When did the Middle Ages start its fate? Some say it’s Rome’s fall that marked the time, Others place it with Charlemagne’s climb. And when it ended? No one knows— Was it renaissance or reformation's prose? Bridge: But Father tell me, tell me why! Why can’t the scholars all comply? Why can’t they meet with minds aligned, And leave the endless dates behind? Chorus: So Father, can you tell me, Can you tell me when it was? Do you know the answer, To the questions that I toss? I crave to know the wisdom, That history has spread, Don’t keep it all for yourself, oh Dad, Let me fill my head! Please share your knowledge, Or do I have to pay a toll? Unlock the gates to history, Let it fill my soul! Verse 3: Yes, my son, you’re quite right, History’s not always black or white. The scholars argue, year by year, Each one wants their truth to steer. It’s not just about dates and kings, But of ideas and the change they bring. The feudal lords, the Gothic rise, The fall of Constantinople’s cries. And universities, once small, Grew mighty under learning’s call. But don’t be swayed by what they say, You must learn in your own way. For history’s not carved in stone, It’s a living thing we all must own. Bridge 2: They want to birth the one and only the theory that stands there lonely. The want to be the one who's right even if their theorem is not that bright! Chorus: So Father can you tell me, Can you tell me when it was? Do you know the answer, To the questions I'll ask? Please tell me all your knowledge or do I have to pay tolledge? Verse 4: The Age of Castles, knights on steeds, But it’s the people planting seeds. It wasn’t only kings in gold, But men and women, strong and bold. Cathedrals rose to scrape the sky, But famine’s shadow still passed by. It was a time of dreams and fears, Of lasting hope and countless tears. The Middle Ages, vast and wide, Cannot be pinned to just one side. For history is a layered tale, And truth is found where hearts prevail. Outro: Thank you, Father, now I see, The truth’s a mystery to me. But I’ll seek the stories old, And learn the history you’ve told. [Voice: Father, deep, spoken] Go, my son, with mind unchained, Let curiosity be sustained. For in the past, the future lies, And through knowledge, we will rise. [music fades out gently with a last violin note lingering]
