He came down out of Jerusalem
On a stallion he did ride
A pilgrim knight from the British Isles
Come to stem the Moslem tide
He found himself assigned with a noble quest
To find the wooden cross
And bring it back into Christian hands
No matter what the cost
And he thought of good king Arthur
As he lay in Avalon
Of Lancelot and Galahad
And the glory that they'd won
And he remembered all his comrades
Who were lost in the Crusades
And as he came down out of a mountain pass
He though he heard them say
We'll live again...
So he went to where the river Jordan flows into the Dead Sea and moved South along the shoreline until he came to the great catacombs where legend said the cross had been hidden. But before going into the hills to begin his search he looked back the way he had come and riding up swiftly through the salty waves was a band of Saracen soldiers. Though he knew he was greatly outnumbered, and they were intent upon his death, honour dictated that he stand and fight!
Words and music ©2000 James L. Parry All rights reserved.
As recorded by the Shack Monks:
Vocals and sequenced arrangement - Jim Parry
Lead guitar and the voice - Bill Melvin
Rhythm guitar - Dave McPeak