The King Will Come
The King will come again, my lord
From his crusade, far across the sea
Where he fights for justice and the freedom of men
In that sometime world, where blood and sand are blowin’ free
Until then, my lord, you must protect his land
This kingdom, plush with leaf and stream
From those who dare invade and conquer
To usurp his rule, of England’s pastures green
For you, are his trusted, warrior bold
To no other man would this task he impart
He knows, you’d defend his realm at all cost
For you still fight with courage, strength and heart
Time was, your swords, would fight side by side
But the aging of man, means your war days are done
This quest the King needs the might of younger men
Though whilst you protect England, you still fight as one
When all the fighting is over, and the war is finally won
The King will come again, my lord
To sit once more upon England’s throne
Then your time will come, to throw down the sword.
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