Turning The Tide                                                                                           © Phil J Clayton

In a meadow sang a soul so free

Never knowing of her destiny

And what would be

The cause of freedom

Armed with passion can you save the world

With an army and a peasant girl

But she would ride

God on her side, and prevail

Turning the tide

On the occupying force

But cross the divide

And the law would take its course

See the King regain his regal grace

But this heroine is out of place

And plans were laid

She was betrayed

By the men of Burgundy

Held accused in spite of victory

Purest heart denied her liberty

She’d had no right

To stand and fight, like a man

Turning the tide

On the occupying force

But cross the divide

And the flames then take their course

Many years ago, the judgement wrong

Now the honours flow with rhyme and song

Romance and paint

Portray a saint

Of seventeen