Our fighting days have reached their end
At long last, our war is won
Won’t you spare me one last song, my friend
Before into her arms you run?
The bards shall write odes to her beauty
Bright and fair as springtime dawn
And in her halo, I dare not wonder
If my lord forgets his comrade John
Soon you shall take this maid for your bride
So raise one last toast for your men so merry
Soon she shall replace me at your side
So raise one last toast for the past we bury
I wish you nothing but safe travels
as you make your hero’s journey home
And I shall once more don my armor
for now I walk this battered road alone
