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[Verse 1]
He was just a boy who liked to play with swords
Out in the yard he’d swing a wooden blade
He’d tell me of the battles he would fight
Of all the wicked men he’d make afraid
I’d kiss his head and send him off to bed —
Just a boy who liked to play with swords
I never knew he’d be the greatest of his kind
[Chorus]
Oh, my brave boy, my wooden-sword boy
Who ran toward the fire when the rest of us ran home
Oh, my brave boy, my lion-hearted boy
You were more than I knew, more than I could hold
Just a boy who liked to play with swords —
The greatest of his kind
[Verse 2 ]
The army came at dusk with torch and steel
They burned the chapel, burned the miller’s grain
They dragged a girl no older than my son
Out to the square to end her in the flame
And from the smoke, a quiet voice rose up:
“Her blood won’t be yours.”
Just a boy who liked to play with swords —
But that night he became the greatest of his kind
[Verse 3]
“Run!” he cried, and pressed her to the wood
An arrow found his shoulder, then his side
He swung his father’s sword as long he could
He would not fall, he would not, had not, died —
He was just a boy who liked to play with swords
And for her, he was the greatest of his kind
[Chorus]
Oh, my brave boy, my wooden-sword boy
Who ran toward the fire when the rest of us ran home
Oh, my brave boy, my lion-hearted boy
You were more than I knew, more than I could hold
Just a boy who liked to play with swords —
The greatest of his kind
[Verse 4]
They say he stood alone against them all
They say the fire lit him like a star
The girl ran past my door with bloodied feet
And told me where my brave boy’s ashes are
Just a boy who liked to play with swords —
But that night he was the greatest of his kind
[Bridge]
And the kettle still whistled on the stove
And the bread I’d baked still sat upon the sill
And I heard her speak the words I’d always feared
And the world kept turning when my world stood still
I did not weep — I walked out to the yard
And I picked up the blade he carved at seven years
And I held it like I used to hold his hand
And I told him all the things he’d never hear —
[Verse 5 / Outro sad but proud]
I sit out in the yard where he once played
I hold the wooden blade he left behind
I tell the wind the story of my son
And how he saved a stranger he’d not find —
He was just a boy who liked to play with swords
And for us, he is the greatest of his kind
[Final Chorus]
Oh, my brave boy, my wooden-sword boy
You ran toward the fire, and you never did come home
Oh, my brave boy, my lion-hearted boy
You were more than I knew, more than I could hold
Just a boy who liked to play with swords
The greatest of his kind
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