Oct. 12, 1995
We were in a place of fantasy and dreams,
Where they were all dressed in armour with shields,
You could say it was like the days of old,
But it was today with chivalry; and the banners flew high.
We danced 'till dawn, and sang along,
Until the fires all went out.
He became our Champion of the is region in the north,
Sir Oak was his name; with his lady wife on his arm.
We fly his banner, and sang his praises
This Champion so bold and strong,
Who took the field and won our love
This Black costumed man wrapped in Gold.
What else can be said for this man we call Oak?
Besides his prowess on the field.
For no one dare to say how well he loves,
But the Lady he loves so well.
