Hush, Pilgrim and listen well
For I have the strangest of tales to tell
Years ago, it happened to chance
That we made our sojourn though countries so vast.
My Knight and I atop our noble steeds
Did traverse afar to fulfill our creeds
For determined we were at the alter to pray
At the foot of the cross our sins to slay
One morning from Krakow we duly departed
Our provisions and shelter behind us we carted
Out from the city so bustling and vast
The trails they were rough and the packs were quite heavy
It didn’t take long before I was exhausted and sweaty
My Knight charged ahead looking for the right road
While his Lady lagged behind as her steed ever slowed
Markers we followed and signs we did seek
We consulted our map when our options seemed bleak
Where could we find that symbol oh so red?
Walls, trees and homes or invisible instead?
We took to the woods to settle in for the night
Worried we were of the wild pigs galore
Through forest and meadow and city and hay (achoo)
Then in the sunset atop a great hill
The very next Castle beckoned us still
Gleaming she was in the last rays of the sun
Reminding the Pilgrims of the battles she’d won
We approached her with awe and our reverence was deep
It had been days since we’d bathed, and we really did stink
Our provisions ran low and our water supply waxed inept
We searched every town for the marketplace Sklep.
The aches in my body, making me weep!
More Castles we found, more adventures we had
An Inn for the night made the Lady quite glad!
Before seeing Bobolice, my new Castle Home!
For here I could live in peace all my days
With my Knight at my side and my happiness ablaze
My steed oh so trusty strained forward in vain
For what can you do on a road made of sand
Than push the poor beast alongside by hand?
But getting there proved to be somewhat of a hassle
For pouring it was and we were steaming and wet
But rejoicing I was, soon needs of food and shower would be met!
Filled with gratitude to still be alive
To the steps of the monastery our tired feet took us
Scorning the tourists making their pilgrimage by bus.
Ah, Jasna Gora, your walls and history so fair!
Greeting your Pilgrims from your place in the air
Black Madonna, my Lady, at the altar greeted
Over foe and tyranny and war you defeated!
Protecting your people from the dangers so grave
The nation of Poland from Your enemies didst save
What a journey we had, to our lasting delight
What a wondrous beginning for this Lady and Knight!