A young boy high on the battle-man stood as he swept up the cold greystone, And he gazed with the light of the list where the banners flew, Where the knights in bright armor were cast on their steeds of dappeland room, And the arches threw up their longbows made of you. Oh, I have the heart of a warrior, And although I am lowborn, I hope when they I'll be sworn to be a knight, So I can fight to serve my lord. The years passed by and the steward sang grew into a comely youth, He was strong of arm and as fair as the summer sky. But they were proud like took no notice of him, Save occasional sharp reproof, Yet undone to do her his dreams of glory high. Oh, I have the heart of a warrior, And although I am lowborn, I hope when they I'll be sworn to be a knight, So I can fight to serve my lord. And knight was summoned by his majesty to war in a distant land, Uncused where honor and glory could be won. He journeyed forth on his battle steed with his great sword by his side, And his rapture knew of men was his steward's son. Oh, I have the heart of a warrior, And full glad am I this morning at his side, Where I have sworn to serve my knight, So he may fight for his leash lord. The battle fierce around them bridge, And the press of men was hard. The knight grew faint of heart and faint with flee. But as he turned his steed, he found the path of wave was barred, And he fell from top his horse most cowardly, For he had not the heart of a warrior, And although he was highborn, Yet that day he had forced sworn to be a knight, Denied his vow to King and lord. The steward's son leapt into the fray, Armid only with his knife, And the fire instilled between his master and the foe. Oh, God above unto you I pray to protect my lovels and light, And to give me strength to withstand these many blows. But I have the heart of a warrior, And no matter I'm lo-born, For on this day I have sworn to play the knight, And I must fight to save my lord. The king rode out at the break of day, And his heart was full of woe. For his comrades said though a victory great was won. He found the knight on harm, Ringed about by his slain foes, And cradled in his arms was the steward's son. Oh, he has the heart of a warrior, And no matter he's baseball, For this day I'd have him sworn to be a knight, For he would die to save his lord. The king dubbed him upon the field, A rise or night said he, But the lad could not obey the king's command. And with his dying breath he gave his oath of field to him, And he held his sword with the last touch of his hand, For he had the heart of a warrior. But for men of women born, Comes the day the soul has sworn to take the flight, And dwell in sight of heaven's lord. They bore him aloft upon their shields, But the knight's sword by his side, And they buried him with the honors to his life. And evermore, it had tumbled knight in a golden furnace sheet, Carrying on his belt that old and rusted knife. May you have the heart of a warrior, For no matter how you're born, On the day that you have sworn to be a knight, With honor bright for king and lord. On that day while we've born, As a knight and you have worn the golden chain, The belt of white and silver sword.