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 'til one figure stood apart

In armour newly fashioned and a helm more pot than art

But each blow was thrown with honour 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 may 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 who's watching or how far the story goes

And where'er 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 might never stand together in the shield-wall side by side

But because of her I lift my sword with pride!