The King & Queen Of England (Reissue Bonus Track)

(album: Like An Old Fashioned Waltz - 1974)

Bring back the king to his throne
And the smile may return to the queen
How can she rule on her own
When the glory of what might have been is all she feels?

The fire still burns in the hearth
The music still plays for her pleasure
But the air is as cold as the death
And the soft melodies only measure her bittersweet tears

Every note of each song brings a vision
Of love and of pain back to me
Like a captive I've locked in a prison
And whose liberty rests upon me
But I can't find the key
You may never be free

The servants still hang on his every word
But his youthfulness passes him by
The king only watches the seasons
And they watching him see his sparkling eye
Holds no diamond any more

In the folds which begin every ending
I wish I forever could lie
But the cloth I wear is not for mending
For what tailor could stitch up the torn blue sky?
So the battle is done
Nobody won