Lyrics:

Stood in the field And echoed a thunder Dream of a hill And valleys of gold Summer of stream And crystal-like fountain A flower of joy Free from the burden Of man-made in toil The sorrowful sight of Brothers in mourning Bathed in a garden Of greenfield and plenty Cleansed of a sin And ready to call The angel of woman Divine in her reign A flower of joy Free from the burden So sick and so old The sorrowful sight of Brothers in mourning Brother watch over me, guard me day by day Brother watch over me, your strength my need to fight Alive and so sure I'm ready to answer Already a man And steady in stand I'm already there, I'm already there Give me a lance I'm ready to answer The sorrowful sight Of brothers in mourning Brothers in mourning Brother watch over me Guard me day by day Brother watch over me Your strength my need to fight