When a 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, and no sword by my side Yet still to adventure and battle I ride Though back into storyland giants have fled And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead
Let faith be my shield and let joy be my steed Against the dragons of anger the ogres of greed And let me set free with the sword of my youth From the castle of darkness the power of the truth
