Emalyn (Medieval Balad)

Along the roads of Seradin
The knights rode wearily
One rider spoke of Emalyn
His wife she was soon to be
His wife, dearest Emalyn

No one did spy the Dragon fly
And soar into the clouds
The dragon slayed, but one it saved
The knight who spoke of love
The knight who spoke of love
The dragon snarled through plumes of smoke
And eyed the rider small
You'll die this hour unless you give unto to me
A gift to save your soul
Or I shall end you now

On his knees the Knight did plea
And offered up his bride
Her eyes are blue as the bluest skies
And her name is Emalyn
My dearest Emalyn