I carry the Lady Blade. No man will change my name. I'll be neither wife nor maid, nor maid, But seek a separate fame. My mother too was born free. She died in a dark winter's raid. Two swords she left to me, to me: Her pride, and her Lady Blade. Now freedom's a lonely song. How quickly the voices do fade. But I will sing on and long, and long, To the beat of the Lady Blade. With only my sword for hire, A faithful friend and keen, I've parried lovers and liars, and liars, And carved my pathway between. I carry the Lady Blade. Never will I live tame. And when the last vails are paid, are paid, My daughter will bear her the same. For pride, and the Lady Blade...The Blade! Click play button to play audioMore Songs Poetry Back to Index |