The Knight Song

When the knight won his spurs, in the stories of old
He was gentle and brave, he was gallant and bold
With a shield on his arm, and a lance in his hand
For god and for valor, he rode through the land
No charger have I, no sword by my side
Yet still to adventure and battle I ride
For back into story land giants have fled
And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead
Let faith be my shield, let joy be my stead
Against the dragons of anger and the ogres of greed
And let me set free with the sword of my youth
From the castle of darkness, to the palace of truth