i wandered by the turney side with spring s sweet heat around me my fingers braiding daisy crowns and my eyes shaded from the light the squire was donning armour and she bade me stand beside her i wondered that a woman found the strength to face that fight oh what a joyful life have i she told me neath that open sky my knight is there upon the field how fortunate am i for when i think to fail and yield one word from him inspires me she bade me watch him closely and she pointed out his shield i smiled then as she left me i d been watching him already i d watched that horse and rider dance and vanquish all their foes i d watched him smile like sunlight as he led his men to battle i laughed and watched that joy again all morning as he rode oh what a joyful life have i some noble maid must surely cry my knight is there upon the field how fortunate am i how fortunate am i a squire may choose what lord she will and pledge her faith on bended knee not so for those who stand and watch upon the gallery in colours bright but if that choice were up to me i d choose that joyful knight