The Ghost Of Old King Richard Songtext / Lyric

I have seen the ghost of old King Richard

Walking through the hall as if he were alive

And with such an air of pain and sorrow

Trying to get back to the other side

I have heard the tale of when King Richard

Was granted a relic of the Holy Cross

But from him 'twas stolen when in prison

Now he's greaving for the loss

Oh a lack a day

May good fortune come his way

Oh a lack a lee

May his spirit rest in peace

I have seen the sword of old King Richard

Hanging with a scabbard at the fireside

Such a mighty blade of Spanish silver

Keen and flashing in the firelight

I have read the words of old King Richard

Standing at the walls of Jerusalem

When he raised his voice to exhort his people

Ready for the battle with the Saracen

Oh a lack a day

May good fortune come his way

Oh a lack a lee

May his spirit rest in peace

Oh a lack a day

May good fortune come his way

Oh a lack a lee

May his spirit rest in peace

I have seen the ghost of old King Richard

Walking through the hall as if he were alive