LEGEND (© Words and music by Paul F. Cowlan)

My diary entry for Tuesday October 28th 1969 reads. ‘Write letter to Regency Press. Write song ‘Legend’. Begin Aristotle’s Ethics.’ Over half a lifetime ago! I wasn’t always so misguided in my choice of publishers, so economical with words, or so abstruse in my choice of reading matter! Aristotle's Ethics remains unfinished.

The sad-eyed knight by the castle wall
says no word as the evening falls.
Visions of a lady, silver mail,
milk-white stag and the Holy Grail.
And the evening goes,
As the morning came.

Years turn by. The knight is gone.
White bones crumble one by one.
The lady's face is carved in stone.
The milk-white stag runs all alone.
And the evening goes,
As the morning came.

Rain falls fast. The tale is told,
silver mail in halls of gold,
hunted stags and the Holy Grail,
all for the love of a lady pale.
And the evening goes,
As the morning came.

Darkness falls, the day is done.
Evening's visor shuts the sun.
Tarnished in the halls of stone
the silver mail stands alone.
And the evening goes,
As the morning came.