He knows not who she is
Whether she be real or not
His mind filled with the thought
Of a lady in trouble
He knows he must make haste
He sees the land in mist
Laid waste by the doom that drowns it
Ride on sir galant knight
He hears on the wind
He must find his dream
What is the mist playing games
Is it as real as it seems
Can he sense her tears
Ride harder
You must calm her fears
The truth lies within her
He remembers the tales
Of the lady of the mist.
Drawing nearer he senses a light
Ride like the wind
Strong, bold and galant knight
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a lady in distress, where is my steed...