Standing at the crossroads, a new dawn lights the sky
one way leads me down the road to duty, do or die
one road leads me round the inn, back to the wench to lie
beneath the furs with her and let the gloomy day pass by

the wench I've met a hundred times throughout the country side
she stands upon the docks as I arrive upon the tide
or serves me ale at all the inns when evening ends my ride
she comforts me with lusty charms, my troubles soon subside

before daybreak I wake to don chilled mail sword and shield
my duty lies before me down the road I can not yield
to thoughts of last night's wench who lies beneath furs warm and peeled
out the door and down the stairs resolve now fully steeled


I face the day like those all past frosty breath points the way
down this road my foe awaits to be slain or to slay
tis duty leads me down the road my fate I cannot say
I'll win the day or fall to die and there my bones will lay