In the first hour of dawn by the huge oaken door
A bright jewel of light lies soft on the stone floor
of gray
Where the stained glass leaves it
Dressed in new armor made bright by his father
And a new linen robe made white by his mother
who took
Such care to weave it.
Night greets the day
From a full year of study and a full night of prayer
The squire quickly walks to the king who waits there
by the throne
And the dim light shares them
He can scarce draw a breath eyes drop as if shamed
He kneels as a boy but he gets a new name
as strong
As the love he bears him
Ch: Now the road is a hard one and the enemy devours
But the cost of the kingdom is your years more than your hours
For the ancient sword that's been carried from the tower
Makes you a knight in the kingdom's sight
As the boy kneels before him he sees the king's arm
From the sleeve to the wrist runs a long jagged scar
still new
And the boy's eyes widen
With a lift of the blade his lord bids him rise
As he covers the wound a face stern and wise
half smiles
And the burden lightens
Knight greets the day
This day to be sent to a world cruel and wild
And the evil of men we don't send a child
unarmed
My wound goes with you
With a wild surge of joy th'squire's hand grasps the sword
From a king strangely calm. He salutes his fair Lord
and hears
My peace I give you.
Ch: Now the sword is a sure one And a strong one come what may
And the joy of the kingdom is in life along the way
For the ancient sword which touches you this day
Makes you a knight in the kingdom's sight
4 comments:
Nice piece.
Yes indeed
Thank you. It was in a G tuning, with the verses fingerpicked and the choruses strummed.
I wish I could compose. Youngest Daughter is trying to do so; maybe I should learn from her.
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