Temporary Knight

[Verse 1]
I lace my boots at morning light
The kettle drum begins to play
I trade my jeans for steel and might
And step into another day

The dust will rise beneath the crowd
The banners wave above the ring
Their cheers are roars call strong and loud
When steel and splintered lances sing

[Pre-Chorus]
The summer heat begins to rise
The crowds cry for breeze and thrill
I set aside all stubborn pride
My sword like a poets quill
And so it begins

[Chorus]
For three short days that's who I am
A knight beneath the summer sky
No clocks to punch, no traffic jam
Just clashing steel and battle cries
But when the faire bells ring the last farewell
The tents collapse and torches dim
That knight in me, I know too well
The modern world will swallow him
I bid Farewell to my armored self,
Until next year, yet always within

[Verse 2]
My armor creaks, my shoulders ache
The helm leaves sweat along my brow
The crowd still cheers for every break
And gods, I would not trade it now
The squire brings water, cold and sweet
The ring still smells of dust and hay
A banker sits beside my seat
But here... we fight the same today

[Chorus]
For three short days that's who I am
A knight beneath the summer sky
No clocks to punch, no traffic jam
Just clashing steel and battle cries
But when the faire bells ring the last farewell
The tents collapse and torches dim
That knight in me, I know too well
The modern world will swallow him
I bid Farewell to my armored self,
Until next year, yet always within

[Bridge]
The armor waits upon the rack
From Monday morn to Friday night
But every year I’m coming back
To hear the drums and take the fight

[Final Chorus]
For three short days that's who I am
A knight beneath the summer sky
No clocks to punch, no traffic jam
Just clashing steel and battle cries
But when the faire bells ring the last farewell
The tents collapse and torches dim
That knight in me, I know too well
The modern world will swallow him
I bid Farewell to my armored self,
Until next year, yet always within

[Outro Fade]
So raise a mug before we part
Let fiddles play the final hymn
The world may drag me back to the start
But for a while… I lived as him
A knight beneath the summer sky
No clocks to punch, no traffic jam
Just clashing steel and battle cries
That knight in me, I know too well
The modern world will swallow him
I bid Farewell to my armored self,
Until next year, yet always within

Medieval, lute, tavern, folk, violin, hand drum, male, male vocals, Irish, celtic, upbeat