COSTANZA SINGS....
My Love is a rider! (and life’s at its pace!)
He rides to the battle—he rides to the chase.
His armour is burnished, his nodding plume’s curled.
(And would I could follow him over the world!)
Nor distance, nor danger can keep us apart.
He comes with the shadows and lies on my heart.
He’s gone when the midnight its pinions has furled.
(And would I could follow him over the world!)
I’d gladly arise—don bonnet and sword,
And follow the steps of my Love and my Lord.
I’d stand by his side when the lances are hurled.
(And would I could follow him over the world!)