The Ghost of Old King Richard Songtext

von Chris De Burgh

I have seen the ghost of old King Richard
Walking through the hall as if he were alive
And with such an air of pain and sorrow
Trying to get back to the other side
I have heard the tale of when King Richard
Was granted a relic of the Holy Cross
But from him 'twas stolen when in prison
Now he's greaving for the loss
Oh a lack a day
May good fortune come his way
Oh a lack a lee
May his spirit rest in peace
I have seen the sword of old King Richard
Hanging with a scabbard at the fireside
Such a mighty blade of Spanish silver
Keen and flashing in the firelight
I have read the words of old King Richard
Standing at the walls of Jerusalem
When he raised his voice to exhort his people
Ready for the battle with the Saracen
Oh a lack a day
May good fortune come his way
Oh a lack a lee
May his spirit rest in peace
Oh a lack a day
May good fortune come his way
Oh a lack a lee
May his spirit rest in peace
I have seen the ghost of old King Richard
Walking through the hall as if he were alive