[Old Sarge]

I shall ride toward that tower,
tie my steed, and walk the bower
of rose, and lavendar, sprays about me,
contemplating my days without thee,

looking forward to your charms
and losing the world within your arms,

your eyes, your face, your gentle grace,
lavendar lace which frames
your rosepetal'ed heart.

[Soaring Feather]

Reminisce with me days
of Knights and tales of The Golden Fleece
dragons bold guarding jewels and
lavender and lace in halls
of gold

Bowls of rosewater
court jesters and fools
fields of heather
walks on sunny afternoons
in elegant gardens dressed in velvet robes
tell me of the love we knew once upon a time
'tis true
When in the days of old a lass
could be told wait for me My Lady Fair
I'll sprinkle Lilacs in your hair
caress you face with a feathers grace
and promise you the stars.