What Am I Doing Here? - The Moody Blues

Pale the young squire who goes to fight

To die at his master’s side

Living is just a dream inside

You ask me why he cried:

What am I doin' here?

What am I doin' here?

Beautiful princess, fair and pale

Stares out across the sea

Alone in her castle dark and grey

Her love she’ll never see

What am I doin' here?

What am I doin' here?

Tenderly bury the fair young dead

Place a wooden cross at his head

All the words you can say have been said

It’s for you my tears are shed

What can be done, you won’t believe

Listen and you may see

Everyone’s dream is deep within

Find it and you’ll be free

What am I doin' here?

What am I doin' here?

Tenderly bury the fair young dead

Place a wooden cross at his head

All the words you can say have been said

It’s for you my tears are shed

Tenderly bury the fair young dead

Place a wooden cross at his head

All the words you can say have been said

It’s for you my tears are shed