In midst of battle when the war-horns blow,
I still believe my prince will come home,
In loud thunder, a roaring applause,
A victory and a new king for all ;
My prince is charming, dark and tall,
He is the one that I wait for,
Behind the walls of his palace keep,
As a woman in love with nothing her own ;
I bring no jewels, no money, no lands,
Just the clothes on my back and a burnt hand,
But my prince he will return to me
He promised, together we shall be -
Once the dawn of victory comes,
And this land is once again home.
