In the halls the harpers play
And sing of places far away
Soft the words the harpers say
Bright the dreams of a golden day
Clear the visions of a silver knight
Defender of all that was just and right
His armor shining in the light
Everything called 'strong' and 'bright'.
Into the mists he rode away
And where he dwells, the harpers say
Is in the hearts of those who pray
"Make me like, in every way,
Make me like the hero."