In the time it takes for me to sing this song A thousand rights, a thousand wrongs As darkness falls around me The trumpet sound and play with beating drums Their sound still fills the air as morning comes The princess sitting in her prison tower By her window, hour by hour The morning mist is lifting Her virgin silken robes all flowing white She waiting for her shining armoured knight Far way a ship rides on a raging storm Fighting men returning tired and battle torn On a distance shore, so many fought and fell Will he be returning? only time will tell Coming home, coming home