On The Field

As I said in other pages, I write songs in strokes of beautiful madness.  This one is no exception as it stemmed from the thought “I should get into rapier fighting, or maybe heavy list.  Oh, but I wouldn’t be very good.  I’d just be another body on the field.”

And so a song was born.

 

  • Now I was but a little child
  • When the great war had begun
  • I looked up at the fighters
  • And I thought war must be fun
  • I stole my father’s armor
  • And I practiced every day
  • And I dreamed I’d be somebody on the field, on the field
  • And I dreamed I’d be somebody on the field
  • And as the years passed onward
  • I thought it might be grand
  • To try my hand at fencing
  • With a rapier in my hand
  • But swords were too expensive
  • So I fought with sticks instead
  • And I hoped to be somebody on the field, on the field
  • And I hoped to be somebody on the field
  • I’d finally reached the right age
  • I could go to fight the foe
  • But although I’d thought I’d practiced
  • There’s so much I did not know
  • Now I am in the army
  • Just a face amongst the crowd
  • And I know I’m just a body on the field, on the field
  • And I know I’m just a body on the field
  • So I found myself a mentor
  • To help improve my skills
  • His orders kept me busy
  • Running up and down these hills
  • But I’m running further every day
  • And I trust his word is true
  • That I won’t be just a body on the field, on the field
  • That I won’t be just a body on the field
  • Now the bruises pile on
  • As he shows me how to fight
  • I hope to be like him someday
  • My patient, fearsome knight
  • He gives to me no quarter
  • And I dread the word “again”
  • But he’s making me somebody on the field, on the field
  • But he’s making me somebody on the field
  • Each fight I get much better
  • I’m learning every day
  • He’s teaching me of chivalry
  • Which is the knightly way
  • “Be courteous, fight with honor”
  • I repeat with every breath
  • And I’m glad to be a body on the field, on the field
  • And I’m glad to be a body on the field
  • So now I pass to new ones
  • All the things I learned from him
  • That practice and a stout heart’s
  • What you truly need to win
  • I’m glad to be a small part
  • Of this Band of Brothers here
  • I don’t need to be somebody on the field, on the field
  • I don’t need to be somebody on the field
  • A white belt I’ve been given
  • And I stare in awe and tears
  • I never thought I’d be here
  • Even dreaming all these years
  • I’m humbled and I’m grateful
  • With my students at my side
  • For now I am a knight upon the field, on the field
  • A grateful, blessed knight upon the field

 

 

 

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