Echoes

When I was a young lad a shining dream I had Of sword and lance, of banner and destrier; Mail-clad, armed with a blade bright and keen, For honor's sake went we. And the forest would echo With the sound of steel on steel. And so was my sleep filled with chivalrous deeds In this dream so real.

When I was a young lad a shining dream I had Of a lady fair, both beauteous and gentle. Her servant, I, for a look or a smile; A sign of favor won. And the chamber would echo With my lady's words so dear. And so was my sleep filled with beauty and love In this dream so clear.

When I was a young lad a shining dream I had Of merry nobles who hearkened a table While bards unequaled sang light and gay Of mighty legend's woe And the great hall would echo With laughter, story, and song. And so was my sleep filled with friendship and joy In this dream so strong.

I now a young man live what I dreamed then. I feast a table with merry nobles; Ladies peerless in beauty and grace And warriors mailed and strong. And the hillsides now echo With the sounds of my boyhood dreams. My waking hours are filled with delights. My dream came true it seems. And the valleys now echo With the call to join us and see Still chivalry lives. Still honor is bright Your dream's realities.