A young boy high on the battlements, stood as he swept up the cold grey stones.
And he gazed with delight at the lists, where the banners flew.
Where the knights in bright armour where jousting there on their steeds of
sapple & roan
And the archers drew up their longbows of yew.
Oh I have the heart of a warrior!
And although I am low-born, I hope one day I�ll be sworn
To be a knight, so I can fight to serve my Lord.
The years passed by and the Steward�s son grew into a comely youth.
He was strong of arm, and as fair as a summer sky.
But the o�er proud knight took no notice of him, save occasional sharp reproof.
Yet undaunted were his dreams of glory high.
Oh I have the heart of a warrior!
And although I be base born, still I hope one day I�m sworn.
To be a knight, to pledge my might to king and lord
The knight was summoned by his Majesty, to war in a distant land
On crusade, where honor and glory could be won.
He journeyed forth on his battle steed, with his great-sword at his hand
In his retinue of men, was the steward�s son
Oh I have the heart of a warrior!
And full glad am I this morn, at his side, for I have sworn
To serve my knight, so he may fight for his liege Lord.
The battle fierce around them raged, and the press of men was hard
The Knight grew faint of heart, and most fain he would flee.
But as he turned around atop his steed, he found the path away was barred
And he fell from top his horse most cowardly
For he had not the heart of a warrior
And although he was high-born, yet they say he had forsworn
To be a knight, denied his vow to king and Lord
The Steward�s son leaped into the fray, armed only with his knife
And defiant stood �tween his master and his foes
Oh God above, unto I pray, to protect my noble�s life
and to give me strength to withstand these many blows.
For I have the heart of a warrior
And no matter I�m base born, for on this day have I sworn
To play the knight, and I must fight to save my Lord
The King rode out at the break of day, and his heart was full of woe
For his comrades dead, �tho a victory great was won
He found the Knight unharmed, within a circle of slain foes
And cradled in his arms, was the Steward�s son.
Oh he has the heart of a warrior
And although he is base born, yet this day I�d have him sworn
To be a Knight, for he would die to save his Lord.
The King dubbed him upon the field, �arise, Sir Knight?said he
But the lad could not obey the King�s command
And with his dying breath he gave his oath of fealty
And he held the sword with the last touch of his hand.
For he had the heart of a warrior
But for men and women born, comes the day the soul has sworn
To take to flight, and dwell in sight of heaven�s Lord.
They bore him aloft upon their shields with the knight�s sword by his side
And they buried him with the honors due his life
And ever more did the humbled knight, in a golden burnished sheath
Carry on his belt that old and rusted knife.
May you have the heart of a warrior
And no matter how you�re born, for on this day you have sworn
To be a knight, with honor bright for king and lord
For today you are reborn as a Knight, and you have worn
The golden chain, the belt of white, and the silver sword.
