Chris De Burgh - The Ghost Of Old King Richard lyrics

I have seen the ghost of old King Richard Walking through the hall as if he were alive And with such an air of pain and sorrow Trying to get back to the other side I have heard the tale of when King Richard Was granted a relic of the Holy Cross But from him 'twas stolen when in prison Now he's greaving for the loss Oh a lack a day May good fortune come his way Oh a lack a lee May his spirit rest in peace I have seen the sword of old King Richard Hanging with a scabbard at the fireside Such a mighty blade of Spanish silver Keen and flashing in the firelight I have read the words of old King Richard Standing at the walls of Jerusalem When he raised his voice to exhort his people Ready for the battle with the Saracen Oh a lack a day May good fortune come his way Oh a lack a lee May his spirit rest in peace Oh a lack a day May good fortune come his way Oh a lack a lee May his spirit rest in peace I have seen the ghost of old King Richard Walking through the hall as if he were alive