I'll Be There For You (Friends Theme)(Bardcore - Medieval Parody Cover) Originally by The Rembrandts

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Ye Olde Lyrics:

So none hath warned thee life would thus unfold,
Thy occupation's jest, thy purse unswol'd,
Thy love life's stark and cold,
'Tis as thou art ever trapped in lesser stride,
When it's not been thy day, nor week, nor tide,
Nor even thy year's ride, but,
I shall stand by thee,
(When the heavens weep in score),
I shall stand by thee,
(As I have done before),
I shall stand by thee,
(For thou art evermore).
Thou art still in thy chamber at the tenth chime,
Whilst labor commenced at the hour of prime,
Thy morning feast's charred, thus far, a woeful time,
Thy mother did forewarn of such grim days,
Yet she spoke not of when the world doth weigh,
And brings thee low in dismay, that,
I shall stand by thee,
(When the skies do lament),
I shall stand by thee,
(As in times I've been sent),
I shall stand by thee,
(For thou hast been my tent).
None could truly ken me,
Nor ever truly see,
It seems thou art the sole soul to perceive,
The weight and worth of being me,
One to face the morn with,
Endure the trials with,
One with whom I'll share mirth,
Even at my lowest, with thee, I'm of worth.
'Tis as thou art ever caught in lesser stride,
When it's not been thy day, nor month, nor tide,
Nor even the year's wide,
I shall stand by thee,
(When the heavens shed their tear),
I shall stand by thee,
(As I've always been near),
I shall stand by thee,
(For thou hast quelled my fear).
I shall stand by thee,
I shall stand by thee,
I shall stand by thee,
(For thou art here for me).