Mary whispers and cries
She hopes the judgement day
Will clean her fame away
She doesn’t want to die
Outdoors dawn is rising
She hears the noisy crowd
Spreading like a bugcloud
They’re waiting for the king
Here comes your knight
In a golden light
Here comes your knight
She looks at everyone
She swears she didn’t cheat
Taking an oath on it
She stares at the headsman
Here comes your knight
He will fight your blight
Here comes your knight
The king has settled down he opens the ritual
Mary is brought outside
She swears she never lied to her beloved king
The duel with spears begins
Here comes your knight
Your lover at night
Here comes your knight
For your fame he’ll fight
Here comes your knight
He’ll loose out of spite
Here comes your knight
The gorgeous and gripping new record from Anika Pyle features minimalist folk & pop songs that struggle to make sense of loss. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 21, 2021