If you will be my fortress;
I will be the moat;
There to keep you safely,
From the tyrant’s yoke.

Could I be your garment?
You will be my cloak;
You, the lonely piper,
I, the haunting note.

I could be the armour,
You could be the sword;
I, the grieving damsel,
You, my trusty lord.

Will you be my mountain?
I, the valley below;
I will need your shelter,
So that faith may grow.

Should you need a haven,
In the dark of night;
Banish fears so craven,
I’ll provide a light.

When my life’s a mystery,
Could I come to you?
There to ask the question,
Know you’ll answer true.

For I would love you ever,
If you keep your vows;
Always be my constant,
Till life’s final hours.