The Chapel of Sir John

In the window above Sir John
A king a crown he's seeking
Centuries slowly slipping by
Those secrets they lie sleeping

In the church St Matthews Church
Sir John he lies a sleeping
Centuries slowly slipping by
His secrets still he's keeping

See the scold with the horrid tongue
Hidden in the screen
Clearly not a lady fair
Surely not a Woodville Queen

In the face that holds a crown
Looks like he's been scheming
Centuries slowly slipping by
A kingship oh so fleeting

See the scold with the horrid tongue
Hidden in the screen
Clearly not a lady fair
Surely not a Woodville Queen

Ancient tiles upon the floor
To be seen through the church door
To the chapel of Sir John
Where have all the answers gone

In the window above Sir John
A king a crown he's seeking
Centuries slowly slipping by
Those secrets they lie sleeping

See the scold with the horrid tongue
Hidden in the screen
Clearly not a lady fair
Surely not a Woodville Queen
Surely not a Woodville Queen



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Churchward
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