A Castle Far
Matthews' Southern Comfort
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The night is cold, the castle far, the forest lies between
My mind runs on and conjures scenes of love that might have been
My steed is lame, my lance is broken, my helmet cleaved in twain
The perils of the battle's past, the evil serpent slain
And from the gates they'll run
The night is cold, the castle far, my prize not love but fame