Whither have the worthy gone, oh, where is fair Gawain?
Where is gallant Galahad to take the bridle rein?
Is there not a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and I dream of what I need
I need a hero
I shall hold out for a hero till the end of the night
I pray he be hale,
Wingèd of heel
And newly return’d from the fight
I need a hero
I shall hold out for a hero till the morning light
He must be assur’d
E’er true to his word
With a wit that will thrill and excite
Thrill and excite
Erelong at the witching hour within my reverie
Somewhere just beyond the veil someone reacheth out for me
Racing on a courser and clad in gleaming mail
I shall answer none but he who bringeth me the grail
Ah, I need a hero
I shall hold out for a hero till the end of the night
Could I but afford
My very own sword
I would not require his might
I need a hero
I shall hold out for a hero till the morning light
By God was he blessed
E’er true to his quest
A man of whom Chaucer will write
Up where the dragons glide near heaven above
Out on a storm-tossed odyssey
Verily doth a saintly champion ride toward me
Through the wind, and the chill, and the rain
The plague, and the flood
I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood
I need a hero
I shall hold out for a hero till the end of the night
I pray he be hale,
Wingèd of heel
And newly return’d from the fight
I need a hero
I shall hold out for a hero till the morning light
A knight, not a pawn
A true paragon
With armor and eyes shining bright
I need a hero