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The Lady's Champion

He came from wicked Migaard town
He came to my need and aid
His words were few, but his actions kind
Gifts he gave to this young maid

(Chorus)
The look in his deep and storm blue eyes
More tender than words could be
But I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me

His cloak he wrapped around my form
As shivering, there I knelt
His gentle hand, though scarred and strong
The most tender thing I'd felt

Food he gave, more to soul than flesh
His kindness healing deep
The wounds of heart, this maid did bear
That oft disturbed my sleep

(Chorus)
The look in his deep and storm blue eyes
More tender than words could be
But I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me

In service to the young and new
In courtly tone of speach
In deference to young maidens fair
He could the whole realm teach

Off he strode, his task here done
So many worthy souls to aid
He left behind sweet memories
and took the heart o' this maid

(Chorus)
The look in his deep and storm blue eyes
More tender than words could be
But I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me

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