The Knight's Dream Songtext

von Jack Hardy

We met as friends as friends do meet
And swore our friendship we would keep
And turn our wrath on sacred quests
And not succumb to all those jealous jests

These dreams of mine I do not make
There was this woman of the lake
Her face was young her face was old
Her voice was hot her breath was icy cold

Chorus:
She dances on Arthur's grave
Amidst the ruins on Salisbury Plain
In Glastonbury's setting sun
And counts her suitors one by one

She let fall her handkerchief
And he let fall the gauntlet grief
No second chances to decide
If might is right and right is on our side

Converted by a wayward smile
He stood his ground demanding trial
And I who could not raise my pride
Took his wound deep into my side

But all the same I was to blame
I could not claim a martyr's fame
For 'twas I who did betray
The sorcerer's mask I misused today

And only one thing troubles my heart
A wound that will not succumb to art
That there are those who believe this lore
And conjure things worth fighting for