I am the warriors fine steel blade, fired by the smithy o Ramsgate
Through the dry dust drawn
And I am his shinin bright mail coat, sent on the wing of a longboat
Bloody as the dawn
Last night lightening lit up a strange, grey shadow there
But all was black as he peered through the storm
Waiting, wondering how dear his soul old luckd hold
Keening his sight, he unbuckled his sword
I am the warriors brave stallion, won from a rich Iber galleon
From my back hes torn
And I am his loving young widow, cursing his name on my pillow
As his child is born
I am the earth that embraces him, toiling till theres not a trace of him
Leather, brass and bone
And I am the warriors fond memory. Look close, cause thats all thats left of me
Leather, brass and bone
