the steady clop of hooves across the uneven cobblestone streets, echoing through the morning as the sun burns away mist

a vision astride a white stallion, draped demurely only in long golden hair, led by a stern figure in black with her eyes cast down

godiva, godiva, the wife of the lord, riding nude through streets of the city
godiva, godiva, lady most fair, to protest her husband’s unjust taxing

all in the city sat behind shuttered doors, unwilling to gaze out upon the spectacle, or the echoing sounds of her willing sacrifice

godiva, godiva, the wife of the lord, riding nude through streets of the city
godiva, godiva, lady most fair, to protest her husband’s unjust taxing

yet one did seek to see the divinity of the lady as she paid penance for her husband’s unbound greed

to the crack in the blinds he did creep, thomas did peek, thomas did peep, he was stricken blind for his lecherous misgivings

godiva, godiva, the wife of the lord, riding nude through streets of the city
godiva, godiva, lady most fair, to protest her husband’s unjust taxing