All my day's are perfect
Alas my Knight's all wrong
I think he's found another
To share his merry song.
I sweat - I dream - I ponder
When confronted by the sight
Of my man alone without me
In the middle of the night.
I toss - I turn - I wonder
Who's the other one
Who stands alone before me
With her dress! It's half undone.
She smiles - she winks - she's taking
My Knight away from me
If only I could reach her!
Oh!
What a fight they'd be.
And suddenly they appear before me
Knowing it's not right
But she looks so angelic
They make a lovely sight.
'My Knight - my night', I holler
How could this be so?
All my days are perfect
Is there no end to this woe?
At last my dream is over
But the nightmare yet begun
I hear him whisper in my ear
I think that it's all over - Alas I think we're done.
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