Heavy is the crown,
And weary is the head that wears it,
Cold is the iron rod,
Frozen to the hand that bears it.
Bloody is the red carpet
As are those who choose to walk it,
Poisoned is the silver tongue,
Dead are those who used and sought it.
......
The night was cold with heavy dew
The day was still afar
A mournful voice with words so few
Was heard in starkest jar
That voice I knew so intimate
But ne'er before in fear
In early morn or night so late
Was always full of cheer
......
Heavy is the crown,
And weary is the head that wears it,
Cold is the iron rod,
Frozen to the hand that bears it.
Bloody is the red carpet
As are those who choose to walk it,
Poisoned is the silver tongue,
Dead are those who used and sought it.
......
The night was cold with heavy dew
The day was still afar
A mournful voice with words so few
Was heard in starkest jar
That voice I knew so intimate
But ne'er before in fear
In early morn or night so late
Was always full of cheer
......