He rode beneath a blood-red sky With ten dead monsters left behind The bards would sing of how he won Another battle, another one His sword was bright, his armor worn Another victory by the morn But in the silence of the night He dreamed of something more than fights He longs for someone to beg him, stay When the king comes calling once again To leave the sword beside the door And never have to ride to war No crown, no gold, no battle cry Just someone's arms when night arrives For every victory he won His heart grew heavier when it was done He searched the taverns, towns and halls But never found the one he called A thousand faces, none remained When morning came, they knew his name They loved the knight, the songs, the fame But none had ever held the man He dreamed of fields beyond the walls A little house, no trumpet calls No beast could fill The empty space No war could bring Her to his embrace He longs for someone to beg him, stay When the king comes calling once again To leave the sword beside the door And never have to ride to war No crown, no gold, no battle cry Just someone's arms when night arrives For every victory he won His heart grew heavier when it was done Then came the horn Outside his door The king had called As kings had called before He looked behind At the empty room And wished for someone To ask him not to go He longs for someone to beg him, stay When the king comes calling once again To leave the sword beside the door And never have to ride to war No crown, no gold, no battle cry Just someone's arms when night arrives For all the monsters he had slain He'd trade the glory for love again And so he rode beneath the moon To fight another battle soon But in his heart, one wish remained— To hear someone say... "Don't go."
