The Champion

The champion he is brave and the champion he is bold. He fights for the lady's honor and never for the gold. He asks not the lady for her hand, for he could not be so bold. That's not the way of the champion or so I've been told.

The champion fights for the lady, for that's his only way. He asks not for the lady's love, just that she will smile that way. But deep inside his lonely heart he prays on day by day, that the lady loves him as he loves she and bids the champion stay.

But the champion knows as he turns to grey there'll be a younger man, who will enter in the lady's life and ask her for her hand. She'll ask the champion, "My friend, would you mind if I wed this man?" he'll avert his eyes and say "your happiness is all I can demand."

So the champion stands off to the side he never says a word, and though he loves the lady so his heart is never heard. So the champion resigns himself to a love which can't be cured as the lady takes herself a lord, the champion's eyes are blurred.