Outro

Then move the trees, the copses nod,

Wings flutter, voices hover clear.

"O just and faithful knight of God!

Ride on! The prize is near."

So pass I hostel, hall, and grange,

By bridge and ford, by park and pale,

All-arm'd I ride, whate'er betide

Until I find the holy Grail

.....said the lonesome pilgrim far from home