Were I a thief, I’d steal your love,
and spirit you away--
you’d be the prize I held above
a ransom’s worth of pay.

Were I a prince, I’d ask your hand,
and give you all the best--
I’d claim you with a golden band
and feel forever blest.

Were I a knight, you’d be my maid,
my damsel in distress--
and in your name, I’d wield my blade
and earn your sweet caress.

Were I a bard, I’d sing your praise,
in field and town and hall--
with tunes that set your heart ablaze
and made your worries small.

Were I a slave, I’d run for you,
and risk all that I had--
and if I’d done all I could do
in death I would be glad.

But I am none of those, and yet
I’ve given all I can.
Mere words cannot erase the debt
my longing heart began.