I Follow My King
I followed my King
To a war in a far Southern land
Where men said he should prove his throne
I stood with my King
And was ready to strike them all down
But my King stood tall and reached out
And took sword of his own
And as we departed he said to me there
Before warring and feud could begin
"If I am afraid to be beaten,
Then where is the pride when I win?"
In word and deed I follow my King
The wisest among us, and fair.
In word and deed I follow my King
The wisest among us, and fair.
I followed my King
To the door of a vigilant squire
But a guardsman stood and barred the way
I stood with my King
And was ready to strike the man down
But my King stood tall and reached out
And shook hands at the gate
And as we departed he said to me there
Before warring and feud could begin
"If I won't clasp hands with a neighbour
Then how can I ask it of him?"
In word and deed I follow my King
The wisest among us, and fair.
In word and deed I follow my King
The wisest among us, and fair.
I followed my King
From his place at the meadhall's high seat
Where the hungry sat in grim array
I stood with my King
And was ready to strike the cook down
But my King stood tall and reached out
And he shouldered a tray
And as we departed he said to me there
Before warring and feud could begin
"If I cannot serve in the kitchen,
Then how can I serve them as King?"
In word and deed I follow my King
The wisest among us, and fair.
In word and deed I follow my King
The wisest among us, and fair.
To a war in a far Southern land
Where men said he should prove his throne
I stood with my King
And was ready to strike them all down
But my King stood tall and reached out
And took sword of his own
And as we departed he said to me there
Before warring and feud could begin
"If I am afraid to be beaten,
Then where is the pride when I win?"
In word and deed I follow my King
The wisest among us, and fair.
In word and deed I follow my King
The wisest among us, and fair.
I followed my King
To the door of a vigilant squire
But a guardsman stood and barred the way
I stood with my King
And was ready to strike the man down
But my King stood tall and reached out
And shook hands at the gate
And as we departed he said to me there
Before warring and feud could begin
"If I won't clasp hands with a neighbour
Then how can I ask it of him?"
In word and deed I follow my King
The wisest among us, and fair.
In word and deed I follow my King
The wisest among us, and fair.
I followed my King
From his place at the meadhall's high seat
Where the hungry sat in grim array
I stood with my King
And was ready to strike the cook down
But my King stood tall and reached out
And he shouldered a tray
And as we departed he said to me there
Before warring and feud could begin
"If I cannot serve in the kitchen,
Then how can I serve them as King?"
In word and deed I follow my King
The wisest among us, and fair.
In word and deed I follow my King
The wisest among us, and fair.
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Writer(s): Heather Dale
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