DELIVERER OF FRANCE - Fife and Drum Orchestra by Alfred Sherer published on 2021-01-11T03:45:03Z DELIVERER OF FRANCE Alfred Sherer Drum and Fife Into 1st Verse There is but one who rides before and holds her banner high. She raised us up, for we were dead and now we are alive. We march in faith and willing give our life to be her lance. To Joan of Arc our voices raise. Deliverer of France. 2nd Verse Her strength comes down through heaven’s gate. The mighty sword will fall and bring to doom the fearsome foe when answer we the call. Let church bells ring and angels sing. Vic-t’ry is not by chance! By God’s command she leads us forth. Deliverer of France. 3rd Verse As daylight ends and darkness falls, she carries forth the light. With fiery steed and battle cry, her banner leads the fight! We march in faith and willing give our life to be her lance. To Joan of Arc our voices raise. Deliverer of France. Repeat – We march in faith and willing give our life to be her lance. To Joan of Arc our voices raise. Deliverer of France. To Joan of Arc our voices raise. Deliverer of France. Now a lyric video on YouTube at http: https://youtu.be/8jK1DmBL_5s “Joan of Arc, a mere child in years, ignorant, unlettered, a poor village girl unknown and without influence, found a great nation lying in chains, helpless and hopeless under alien domination, its treasury bankrupt, its soldiers disheartened and dispersed, all spirit torpid, all courage dead in the heart of the people through long years of foreign and domestic outrage and oppression, their king cowed, resigned to his fate, and preparing to fly the country; and she laid her hand upon this nation, this corpse, and it rose and followed her. She led it from victory to victory, she turned back the tide of the Hundred Years’ War, she fatally crippled the English power, and died with the earned title of DELIVERER OF FRANCE, which she bears to this day… She was perhaps the only entirely unselfish person whose name has a place in profane history. No vestige or suggestion of self-seeking can be found in any word or deed of hers.” Mark Twain, Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc by the Sieur Louis de Conte, Ignatius Press, San Francisco, 1889, p. xv Genre Battle Hymn