Sir John

by Eugene Blanchard
Copyright 1984, 2000

And my name is Sir John
And I've come from a far
And I've battled and I've fought
And I've won and I've lost

And the scars on my back 
Tell you much of my past
But the wounds behind my eyes
Tell of love's haunting pride

Cursed right from birth
And never to love
Cursed right from birth
And never to love

With my sword and my shield
There is no way that I'll yield
Unless you plan your attack
With the woman that I lack

Up against might foes
I can trade blow for blow
But I'd crumble to the ground
For a love newly found

Cursed right from birth
And never to love
Cursed right from birth
And never to love

On my steed covered in armor
Beneath my flag waving proud
I have come and I have conqueored
To the roar of the crowd

There is one that I seek
Who holds what I need
Strikes fear to my heart
And for this I lose sleep

Cursed right from birth
And never to love
Cursed right from birth
And never to love