You’ll grow to fight the Dragon;
Saviour of God’s kingdom come.
They’ll pray for you
And send you on your way
With not a teardrop in their eye;
Looking back you’d always wonder why
But as they stand ready to fight, you see
That it was faith which bound them silent for so long.
Charging on, in the hands of knights an eager pawn
Learns to be strong;
by the battlefield where men grasp all or nothing.
Have you seen their eyes, beheld the sovereign gleam?
The squire over time becomes a king.