Monarch of the Hills

I wear my heart, proud, like a crown.
Pay no attention to the Devil and his gun. He's gonna shoot me down.
And I can't promise that I won't leave you,
'cause I don't know where this horse leads me to -
might be the devil, might be the sea. Forget about me.

And if I don't make it to the
pasture: let me die here, carry me no further.
If my shade of blue no longer suits you:
put me in the ground, I'll make no sound.
Forget about me.

And I can't promise that I won't leave you.
'Cause I don't know where this horse leads me to -
might be the devil, might be the sea. Forget about me.
If my shade of blue no longer suits you:
put me in the ground, I'll make no sound.
Forget about me



Credits
Writer(s): Hendrikus Christoffe Lamprecht, Pieter Swanepoel, Barend Frederick Booysen
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