My dearest is a lady, she wears a gown of blue,
She sits beside the window where the yellow sun comes through;
The light is shining on her hair, and all the time she sews,
She sings a song about a knight, a dear, brave knight she knows.
My dearest is a lady--and oh, I love her well!
Full five and twenty times a day this very tale I tell;
For I'm the knight in armor, a shield and sword I wear,
And Mother is my lady, with the light upon her hair.