Clad in silver and blue, they come riding through

The strong and the bold, of legends untold

The warriors of our youth.

‘Twas there a young man armed with nothing but charm came to sweep me up off of my feet.

My lady, my love, he sang unto me

my dear, my darling, my sweet

I’ve longed for you so,

I’ve searched high and low,

for someone of your charming way.

Your golden blonde hair, your blue eyes that stare,

shall shine on our wedding day.

My gallant young knight looked deep in my eyes,

pressing my hand into his chest.

I felt his heart beating, as if it were mine already,

and it was my turn to confess.

My brave young lord, my gentleman with a sword,

my cavalier with a dashing physique.

I would without haste marry you,

and be your love true,

if you hadnt asked the milk maid last week.