Songs of Yore

In the days of yore The royal hunt was on: As Gediminas set forth; In the holy woods Of old Sventaragis He laid down to rest Beneath an ancient oak And dreamt as only dream The men who would be kings! He saw the iron wolf Rise monstrous on the hill:

Charles Martel, the day will come again I'll see you lead the cavalry to charge! Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve You dyed Malmedy blood-red! Tours recall the glory of your hosts Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings! The crescent moo

Summer's breeze blowing through their mane Wild horses of the purest breed! Ride! Onward to battle, onwards like the wind Cozak warriors of the purest breed! Hail! Spurs to the side, a lash of the reins Foam in the mouth, A' glistening the eye... Blo

Come my love, we'll leave this here land- I'll take you far by paths no mortal knows In an emerald garden, under new-born stars And there my love we could be as once before... I'll make you a gown of lilies and pearls To wear on the day we exchange v

He who alone faces thousands, He who stands when all kneel, He who walks where few dare, He whose voice speaks the truth... Is a true man of honor, A spirit unbowed; And in his chest is a'pounding A warrior's heart! He who holds virtue sacred, He who

No paler a star than Luna herself Arose beside Venus when night settled in; The eye of the heavens o'er Hastings beholds The Norman and the Saxon lying side by side, Drenched in red blood, still clinging to their swords, They fought for the dominion