Song Of Roland

As crusaders ravage the earth Their swords and shields hang to their side For the battle they`d forsaken For the glory they`d fortaken The king rides ahead of the group Homeward bound he marches his troops For fair land France lies in the balance For foe man France home of the gallant The king holds grief in his eyes For his nephew he`s left behind To ensure the background is stable To ensure against the attack Song of Roland Never knight be so worthy Song of Roland Never knight be so worthy The king kneels to his nephew brave knight prince Roland He holds tears in his eyes and pain in his heart For our god`s we tear our world`s apart And with this death I leave you one last thoughta As lances draw upon the enemy A sea of waving banners surround The moors fall from the hillside Like the rains in the forest As the battle rolls on the men fall to ground Their ears ache for the shrill of the horn But Roland proceeds to hold his sole ground Let us strike a mighty blow for our lord and our goda Song of Roland Never knight be so worthy Song of Roland Never knight be so worthy Song of Roland Never knight be so worthy Song of Roland Never knight be so worthy