The miles beneath the horse's hooves were turning into dust;
A hundred of them gone since darkness fell.
The messenger was looking out for someone he could trust
As his horse drank water from the village well –
Aye aye aye, aye aye, aye aye.
And the dark remained unbroken in the early hours of day
As vainly on the highway he did search
Until a chink of light appeared to point itself his way
There shining from the doorway of the church –
Aye aye aye, aye aye, aye aye.
The rider turned upon his heel, but as he strode away
A voice that whispered from behind him said,
"It would please us if indeed you'd find the time to stay,
For this is where your journeying has led, White Knight."
Aye aye, aye aye, aye aye.
The rider sharply turned his head, but all that he could see
Was still the door that framed the flickering light.
"Who spoke those words?" he asked aloud, "and more, who jests with me?
Who trifles with my purpose here tonight?"
Aye aye aye, aye aye, aye aye.
A voice saying "I can help you," from the door appeared to come,
"You search in vain, the villagers have gone.
But if you will confide in me I'll see what can be done
If you my flickering light will gaze upon, White Knight."
Aye aye, aye aye, aye aye.
The hypnotizing light brought forth the story from the first,
That the enemy had landed at the coast;
That the army must be warned that they must expect the worst;
That their strength of numbers was no hollow boast, aye aye aye –
Aye aye aye, aye aye, aye aye.
And suddenly the courtyard was alight with blazing flares.
The Prince that he had served so faithfully
Said "We will turn them back, we'll hunt the devils to their lairs
With this intelligence you bring to me, White Knight!
Aye aye, aye aye, aye aye.
"But you have ridden hard my friend through many dangerous hours,
Though proud will be the tale of how you came.
So sleep, and when you wake again the victory will be ours,
The battle be remembered by your name, White Knight."
Aye aye, aye aye, aye aye –
Aye aye, aye aye, aye aye –
Aye aye, aye aye, aye aye.