I still hear the song
which is sung by the birds and the leaves in the trees,
And as long as my heart beats this song will be there,
for I know that the warriors still ride.
I still remember the old words of honour and pride.
I still hear the song
which is sung by the birds and the leaves in the trees,
And as long as my heart beats this song will be there,
for I know that the warriors still ride.
I still remember the old words of honour and pride.