Twelve Swords - Blues Traveler

Here I stand and alas, of a warrior’s class

Apprentice turned sorcerer I

I have seen many wars end, made the battle, my friend

None am I afraid to defy

I’ve done as I please yet I fall to my knees

Weak and bleeding sure that I am through

And as I lay there to die I can see the night sky

And suddenly I’m thinking of you

Does the crescent moon rise by the light of your eyes?

Can you see the star that I’m wishing on?

And is it shining as bright from where you see it tonight?

And does the love that you feel make you strong?

On my twelve swords I’m yours

Until you need me no more

And I’ll wish away 'til morning

Like a harvested husk another city sacked at dusk

The rampaging conquest goes well

But I can not erase the memory of our embrace

Without you I’d’ve died where I fell

And I must ask again is the battle, my friend

What will my life and sorcery be?

I only know this is true that indeed I love you

And I ask by the first star I see

Does the crescent moon rise by the light of your eyes?

Can you see the star that I am wishing on?

And is it shining as bright from where you see it tonight?

And does the love that you feel make you strong?

Does the crescent moon rise by the light of your eyes?

Can you see the star that I am wishing on?

And is it shining as bright from where you see it tonight?

And does the love that you feel make you strong?

On my twelve swords I am yours

Until you need me no more

And I’ll wish away 'til morning

And I’ll wish away 'til morning