I would lose all earth and the heavens above
For just one banquet of laughter and love.”
When my flesh returns to its earth,
When my pen is dust as my sword;
If one thing I wrought find worth
In the eyes of our kindly Lord,
I will only ask of His grace
That He grant us a lowly place
Where his warriors toast Him, in heaven above,
With wine and music, laughter and love.