In crumbling palace still he dwells.
He waits but for the trumpet�s call.
He waits but for the churches� bells
To call him in an hour of need.
Then he straps on armour rusting
And saddles his long-dead steed,
His heart for battle lusting.
He rides out in the hearts of men
Inspiring courage in us all.
When the day is won or lost he then
Returns once more to darkened hall.