When a knight won his spurs in the stories of old 

He was gentle and brave he was gallant and bold 

With a shield on his arm and a lance in his hand 

For God and for valor he rode through the land 

No charger have I, and no sword by my side 

Yet still to adventure and battle I ride 

Though back into storyland giants have fled 

And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead 

Let faith be my shield and let joy be my steed 

Against the dragons of anger the ogres of greed 

And let me set free with the sword of my youth 

From the castle of darkness the power of the truth