Charles Martel

Charles Martel - Folkearth

Charles Martel the day will come again

I'll see you lead the cavalry to charge

Charles Martel in the battle of Ambleve

You dyed Malmedy blood red

Tours recall the glory of your hosts

Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings

The crescent moon you drove back to the sea

Once and for all

And when the sound of battle horns

Shall keenly fill the air anon

We'll rise with pride our banner high

And answer to our king's call

Charles Martel the day will come again

I'll see you lead the cavalry to chrage

Charles Martel in the battle of Ambleve

You dyed Malmedy blood red

Tours recall the glory of your hosts

Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings

The crescent moon you drove back to the sea

Once and for all

Even when the horns of war

Shall echo in the fields no more

When in tatters hangs our flag

And empty be the throne of Franks

Rest now my king but light be thy sleep

Thy foes still covet thy crown

Charles Martel the day will come again

I'll see you lead the cavalry to chrage

Charles Martel in the battle of Ambleve

You dyed Malmedy blood red

Tours recall the glory of your hosts

Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings

The crescent moon you drove back to the sea

Once and for all