Cast your eye span the tranquil green

Through sun kissed mists of morn

Onward to a place you knew

To the hamlet where you were born

Your father on his death bed

Your mother by his side

Nobody else to turn to

No siblings left alive

So spur on your horse

Not a moment to waste

He's hours to live

God speed and make haste

A secret he'd tell you now his time has come

You arrive there's your mother she looks numb she looks glum

'Am I too late?' you cry as you dismount your horse

Your mother's eyes tell you that the answer's of course

You were so close, so near but just out of reach

Now you'll never know the secret of what was to be his last speech