I sing of one whom born in May,
And loves to dream at night
She settles down upon the hay,
Just waiting for her knight
There, in her dream she sees a bay,
With cutter full of light
After she hears the sounds of fray,
Her hero stands in white
Then he starts to blaze the way,
And by that shows his might
He putts a ring upon a tray,
With grace she holds him tight,
The rays of light shine through the portal,
There is only me, a simple mortal