Falling from grace with the king of Castille ordered to leave his family and lands The archangel Gabriel guiding him through The steep d__(dusty??)? airs to battle the Moors
Calling forth for us to go!
So many coats of mayo? unlaced(?) So many pennants with red blood defaced So many horses, rders astray Valencia's safe from the moorish array
Calling forth for us to go!
El Cid of Grave he? a brave Campeador Brings gifts to Alfonso to try and restore the kings long lost favor his mentor restored swearing allegiance to last evermore
Calling forth for us to go!
Betrothing his daughters at kings' firm request donia Helvira and donia (hel?) Sol Married two princes from Carrion. Who bring them disgrace and, fleeing, are gone.
Calling forth for us to go!
donia helvira and donia (hel) Sol (far?) beaten and ravaged by husbands they took (The sendsman needs justice??)... , the penalty paid..... Death is the sentence for the cowards' display
Calling forth for us to go!
His daughters remarried, his battles are won his many his founded of kings yet to come Uniting all Spain with his fierce lion's heart unbent to come sunday his soul did depart
Calling forth for us to go!
The stranger in the (mere?)… I have seen him once before As I climb through arid mountains to the time of yesteryear And for the soul to know the soul, to the soul you first must go For the answer lay there in them In the legends that we know