One of Us

before i got to fighting,
or when fighting got to me,
i looked to find examples on the field of chivalry

i saw mighty arms much stronger
than my arms would ever be,
and i thought perhaps the field was not for me.

but i stayed and watched the fighting,
'till one figure stood apart,
in armour nearly fashioned,
and a helm more pot than art.

but each blow was thrown with honor,
and a lightness of the heart,
so i took that step which soon became a start.

'cause She was not the biggest fighter,
nor one to raise a fuss,
But I remember being proud that she was one of us.

and we might never stand together
in the shield-wall side by side,
but because of her i lift my sword with pride.

she was ladylike and lively,
not the type you would expect.
with a braver heart than many,
and a slot-shot to respect.

i guess she'd once decided
this was where she'd like to be,
and i thought if she could do it,
why not me?

'cause She was not the biggest fighter,
nor one to raise a fuss,
But I remember being proud that she was one of us.

and we might never stand together
in the shield-wall side by side,
but because of her i lift my sword with pride.

So now as I gather armour,
bits and pieces here and there,
I think about examples:
how you act, and what you dare;

Cause you never know whos watching,
or how far the story goes,
And where eer that lady is,
I hope she knows.

'cause She was not the biggest fighter,
nor one to raise a fuss,
But I remember being proud that she was one of us.

and we might never stand together
in the shield-wall side by side,
but because of her i lift my sword with pride.

we may never stand together
in the shield-wall side by side,
but because of her i lift my sword with pride.