Court of the Crimson King
The rused chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tounge
For the court of the crimson king
Aaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaaahh
The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes
The black queen chants the funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king
Aaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaaahh
...
Aaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaahh
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour
The pattern juggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king
Aaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaaahh
...
On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king
Aaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaahh
...
End
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tounge
For the court of the crimson king
Aaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaaahh
The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes
The black queen chants the funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king
Aaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaaahh
...
Aaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaahh
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour
The pattern juggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king
Aaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaaahh
...
On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king
Aaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaaahh
Aaaahh
...
End
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Fripp, Peter John Sinfield, Greg Lake, Ian Mcdonald, Michael Rex Giles
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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