Many knights had come
Searching for their Glory's Pride
But in a daze they'd ride
Back home...
Back home...
Back home...
I walked the road
Wondering why I had to go
Into the wind and snow
Gave my sword away
As a gift to those I loved
And armless now I was
Alone...
Alone...
Alone...
The winter wind blew cold the night
I came into the town
The 'morrow was the Birthday of the Cross
My life till then seemed empty
And I knew the reason why
With desparation driving me
I had to find the Living Glory
A tower loomed before my eyes
A landmark in the sky
Surrounded by a score of warm abodes
With weariness I knocked upon a door
to enter through
And though I was a stranger there
The gates flung open
And a voice said
"Welcome to the Hill, my friend...
Take off your boots and rest
Then tell us why you came to seek the Glory..."
If you'll come with me
I will show you the way
But you'll have to stay
And at the journey's end
When you're asked
"Wherefore you came?"
You'll know you've gone the way
Back home...