Knights And Maidens

In the meadow, where the green grass grows,
The minstrels play, and the warm wind blows.
Knights and maidens dance in delight,
Under the moon, so clear and bright.

Hear the lute and drum, in joyful harmony,
Songs of old, from the days of chivalry.
In the castle's glow, by the fire's light,
We sing the tales of the brave knight.

The banners fly high, in colors bold,
Stories of valor and heroes of old.
The feast is set, the goblets gleam,
In this medieval dream, it all seems a dream.

Hear the lute and drum, in joyful harmony,
Songs of old, from the days of chivalry.
In the castle's glow, by the fire's light,
We sing the tales of the brave knight.

Through the stone halls, echoes rise,
Of ancient lore and starry skies.
We hold our history close and dear,
In every note, it draws near.

So let us raise our voices high,
And let the spirit never die.
For in these songs, we all draw near,
To the heart of the medieval cheer.