Robin's men, a merry band, prowled the woodIt'd become his sole domain, there he reigned
His original land stolen, his noble title taken
For Robin served King Richard, serving well
With good service to his king in the Crusades
Sherwood forest was dense, ripe for banditry
Even to take a path for the sake of time
The depths confused, it wasn't a good choice
If the path was taken there by a military force
It was forsaken, the decision was foolish
Robin's men ambushed every opponent
In the moment of perfect aim
The arrows fell from archers
In the tree tops, from tree stands
From hidden knolls covered in trees
Across fields, between bushes
All of the angles became fields of fire
Robin's army existed in the murk
Spirits in the depths of darkness
The false King could not find them
And it could be seen in the result
All decided by the density of cover
By the bravery and daring of the men
And the fear instilled in the foe
By Robin's men
Who were the true King's guard
