Once naive in native forests next to moor
We strolled unhindered hand in hand
We pondered future selves if rich or poor
A squire and maid that moment less than grand
Our special spot a little cork oak stand
The swirling stream if clear unfit to drink
We raised our cider cups to magic land
We safely sipped alive to battle brink
You won the battle bar a bloody chink
You couldve copped inside a wound yet worse
Your gauntlet lifted visor click then clink
You biffed to me a promised booty purse
Im still in love and happy might I leap
Were knight and lady now in castle keep
Chorus leap bound spring
