The King And Queen Of England - Sandy Denny

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