MY DEAREST IS A LADY

My dearest is a lady, and she wears a gown of blue; She sits beside the window, where the yellow sun comes through; The light is shining on her hair, and all the while she sews She sings a song about a knight—a brave, good knight she knows. My dearest is a lady,—and O, I love her well! Full five and twenty times a day this very tale I tell; For I’m the knight in armor—a shield and sword I wear; And mother is my lady, with the light upon her hair.