As the Day Turns into Night

(This is set – more or less; I’m not a very good lyricist - to Queen of Argyll.)

As the Day Turns into Night

Gather round and hear my story
Of a soldier’s quest for glory
And the perils of a life spent
On the road and in the fight.
There is treasure for the taking
And history in the making
But there’s little warmth to hold you
As the day turns into night.

(chorus)  But oh the songs they made for us,
Oh, the praise they heaped on us,
We beat them back and followed
Till there was no one left to fight.
Gems and jewels, gold and treasure,
We’ve earned those and our pleasure,
For we fought and bled and died there
As the day turned into night.

They pillaged, burned and plundered
Through towns and fields unnumbered
But we met them still undaunted
And were ready for the fight.
Lars and Corwin died beside me,
But fortune smiled upon me,
And I’ve lived to sing their dirges
As the day turns into night.

(chorus)

So now you’ve heard my story
Of a soldier’s quest for glory
And the perils of a life spent
On the road and in the fight.
I’ve a good life here to keep me
And children here who need me
And there’s someone here to hold me
As the day turns into night.

(chorus)