(From the Songs of the Knight of the North.
Tales of Atoz, before the battle)
How many times on many fields
in years when I was younger,
have I awaited battle start
in cold and fear and hunger
and dreamed about my lady fair,
a waitin’ for the dawn
When I would have to rise again,
and somehow carry on.
Through charge and dash and armies clash
through battles come and gone
the strike of lance, and sword and shield
where battle lines were drawn
we, brave men all saw comrades fall
and mourned for foe and friend
for all we knew had lover’s who
would not see them again.
Oh, Ana darlin’ I grow old,
my limbs are stiffenin’ slow
I’ll face another battle soon
the fear is great you know
that this may be my final day
this battle field may be
the last I know, the dice I throw
may be the last for me.
Oh, Ana darlin’ if it is
be brave, grieve not for me
we meet one day in paradise
to share eternity.
in years when I was younger,
have I awaited battle start
in cold and fear and hunger
and dreamed about my lady fair,
a waitin’ for the dawn
When I would have to rise again,
and somehow carry on.
Through charge and dash and armies clash
through battles come and gone
the strike of lance, and sword and shield
where battle lines were drawn
we, brave men all saw comrades fall
and mourned for foe and friend
for all we knew had lover’s who
would not see them again.
Oh, Ana darlin’ I grow old,
my limbs are stiffenin’ slow
I’ll face another battle soon
the fear is great you know
that this may be my final day
this battle field may be
the last I know, the dice I throw
may be the last for me.
Oh, Ana darlin’ if it is
be brave, grieve not for me
we meet one day in paradise
to share eternity.
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. Thank you for sharing. A delight to read this afternoon. Take care.
