It’s Hard to be a Knight
© 2000 Joe and Rebecca Duval
The feast was set with fowl and fish, And goodness rising from every dish
He had imagined it just like this, this glorious meal he nearly missed.
He took his place at the table’s head, A knight of the kingdom should be well fed,
And in his hand took a loaf of bread, And let the smell just fill his head.
Then through the air he heard the sound, The Royal Horn on the battleground
He looked, he sighed, he turned around, And left behind the fish and fowl.
It’s Hard To Be A Knight these days,
Bound by honor to fight and slay
And maybe to eat along the way.
It’s Hard To Be A Knight.
Tired and hungry and halfway dead, He struggles home to find his bed.
The sounds of battle still fill his head, He yearns for sleep and dreams instead.
His sword and shield lie on the floor, His armor left at his chamber door.
When far away sounds the horn once more. He’s up, he’s out, he’ll sleep no more.
It’s Hard To Be A Knight these days,
Bound by honor to fight and slay
And maybe to sleep along the way.
It’s Hard To Be A Knight.
Her golden hair was like the sun, Her bodice lacings were half undone,
And they were ready to have some fun. They scarce could wait to lay as one.
He swept her feet up off the ground, Amid the flowers he laid her down,
Birds and angels sang all around, When lo, that wretched horn did sound.
He leapt up with a look of scorn, Grabbing trousers and shield and sword,
And as he ran an oath he swore, To kill that man who wears that horn.
It’s Hard To Be A Knight these days,
Bound by honor to fight and slay
And maybe to love along the way.
It’s Hard To Be A Knight.
He’s just trying to live along the way,
It’s Hard To Be A Knight.