Listen my friend, Here is a tale that has to be told Whatever the form Back to a time When France and England Were both engaged in a great war Then lived a man that outstood them all... Still breathing through your history books... Edward's his name Known as the Black Prince The Prince of Wales, he's the King's first son At only sixteen He was being knighted Serving his arm for the right to the Crown His unbelievable skills at war burst out In the Norman campaign he showed what he's worth He came there crawling in He's a shimmering soul on the field He is the Prince wearing black Finest blade of his time "From up here my son, you see, We're bound to notice the arrival of the enemy God give us the strength to fight To take back what is ours We shall never fail!" Then the French were defeated Many more battles he would win Before through the years As if it was already written that he would never be King All this glory and might, it just seemed so unreal Here heading up Pouring blood for the glory of England Prince wearing black Bravest knight of his land There standing tall He's awaiting his time to the throne He is the Prince wearing black Finest blade of his time