My Dearest Cordeilia
My dearest Cordeilia,
The woman who guides my soul
From shinning stars high, to river rapids low
Straight away from my kingdom land
Strapped upon a golden stallion
Locks of hair blown gently beyond your face
Eyes glisten like diamonds from my land
As you lead us on a destiny race
O’ guide me sweet Cordeilia,
And I shall thrive and improve my hand
Lead our people through pilgrimages
As we walk down Canterbury Road
Alas we are but peasants
Lead us through God’s given grace
Fairest maiden you be in this land
Cordeilia, my dear sweet Cordeilia
My dearest Cordeilia,
The woman who guides my soul
From shinning stars high, to river rapids low
Straight away from my kingdom land
Strapped upon a golden stallion
Locks of hair blown gently beyond your face
Eyes glisten like diamonds from my land
As you lead us on a destiny race
O’ guide me sweet Cordeilia,
And I shall thrive and improve my hand
Lead our people through pilgrimages
As we walk down Canterbury Road
Alas we are but peasants
Lead us through God’s given grace
Fairest maiden you be in this land
Cordeilia, my dear sweet Cordeilia