Words and Music: Conn MacNeill
When I was a young lad, a shining dream I had,
Of sword and lance, of banner and destrier,
Mail-clad, armed with a blade bright and keen,
For honour's sake went we,
And the forests would echo with the sound of steel on steel,
And so was my sleep filled with chivalry's deeds,
In this dream so real.
When I was a young lad, a shining dream I had,
Of a lady fair, both beauteous and gentle,
Her servant I for a look or a smile,
A sign of favor won,
And the chamber would echo with my lady's words so dear,
And so was my sleep filled with beauty and love,
In this dream so clear.
When I was a young lad, a shining dream I had,
Of merry nobles who harkened at table,
While bards unequaled sang light and gay,
Or mighty legends wove,
And the great hall would echo with laughter, story, and song,
And so was my sleep filled with friendship and joy,
In this dream so strong.
I, now a young man, live what I dreamed then,
I feast at table with merry nobles,
Ladies peerless in beauty and grace,
And warriors mailed and strong,
And the hillsides now echo with the sound of my boyhood dreams,
My waking hours are filled with delights,
My dream came true it seems.
And the valleys now echo with the call to join us and see,
Still chivalry lives, still honour is bright,
Your dreams - realities