He could have lived his life Using stone walls as a shield But Richard preferred the glory found Out on the battlefield Overlooked by his father More a son of Aquitaine Torn between his source of power And his passion for his mother's land Born the son of a king His passion was undying A relentless warrior With the heart of a lion Richard was next in line But Henry's plans were a haze So he joined Philip of France To end his father's reign When he finally took the throne He disliked the name he made Hoping to right himself with God He sought heavens in the Third Crusade Born the son of a king His passion was undying A relentless warrior With the heart of a lion Richard laid siege to Acre Irritating Saladin But losses forced him to retreat Much to his own chagrin He returned to Aquitaine To recapture his lost prize Too brave to wear his armor An arrow brought his premature demise Born the son of a king His passion was undying A relentless warrior With the heart of a lion Oh, Richard the Lionheart