In the time it takes for me to sing this song
A thousand rights, a thousand wrongs
As darkness falls around me
The trumpet sound and play with beating drums
Their sound still fills the air as morning comes
The princess sitting in her prison tower
By her window, hour by hour
The morning mist is lifting
Her virgin silken robes all flowing white
She waiting for her shining armoured knight
Far way a ship rides on a raging storm
Fighting men returning tired and battle torn
On a distance shore, so many fought and fell
Will he be returning? only time will tell
Coming home, coming home
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