The guards that attended to us
Stood in combat to defend us
In death’s dark desert wild
Where delight abate
I’ve missed them like a music.

Through dust of conflict and battle flame
Their knightly virtue proved
Their memories hallowed in the land they loved
Where death is sitting
All skill, knowledge and powers
And the smile upon their cheerful faces
I’ve missed them like a music.

By day and night
To bear the people in their hearts
Your children sang your songs:
In fields so broad
Some duties may fulfil
And I will ask for no reward
Except to serve thee.
From East and West their voices sweetly blended
With the souls you loved.