A lonely soldier’s lost his home,

His comrades, his battalion

All that he has to comfort him’s

His old and weak’ning stallion

Once all his hope has been suppressed

He thought things couldn’t worsen

Although he found an old notebook

To maybe write some verse in

Ho, what might that be up ahead?

The sound of ballads ringing

A tavern packed with gleeful men

What carols were they singing?

As nearer to this beck’ning inn

Our desperate spirit came

His long-lost friends whom he thought dead

Were calling out his name

Alas, they didn’t call to him

But only to another

He turned, bereft, to find his way

His steed to be his brother

Together they were swept away

Into nocturnal vision

Harmoniously with forest life

They had made their decision

Alas, again, more tragedy,

The colt began to wither

Our soldier’s no consolation

Ho, he begins to shiver

A fateful lesson did he learn

On this dejected night

He knows not that all will be well

He only knows it might