Cleansed and refreshed from the battle this day,
the armor stripped, the man laid bare,
the slayer gone, the Knight stands there!
as lovers all smiles wait their turn and their chance,
and the doors swing wide
as they're throw asunder
with fanfare of horns that shout down the thunder,
descend the grand stairs,
lavendar scent to drive away cares,
lute and viol floating 'round the great hall,
gather us hither, at the Homecoming Ball!
