A Return
I went the king's way
Maddened on the run
Bent, beaten by a wind
Melted by the sun
After bloody battles
Victory each time mine
Justice rendered swiftly
Parchments duly signed
A holy fire rose within
I left my command
For mountain, river, mighty glen
And woodland
To live on locust
Hazelnut, strawberry
Watercress and streamwater
Honey from the golden bee
All the king's horses
All the king's men
They couldn't bring the king
Back to them
Ancient voices called
From the corner of the wood
They were soothing and delighting
And guiding all at once
The brave song of the crickets
Red hounds running sure
My wild dear companions
Spirits bold and pure
Salted every season
Wintered in spring
A dance with the raven
To a burning violin
All the king's horses
All the king's men
They couldn't bring the king
Back to them
It burned and it tempered
After a long little while
Now torn on mossy stone
The strings lie long behind
So too wine and women
The light their darkness lets in
Unwanted
Where cricket for cricket sings
Where the rough beasts roam
Only for to feast on flesh
For to have their fun
With a carcass stripped when fresh
Among them he must wander
All year long till eternity
Mountain, river, northern wind
Free from sanity
All the king's horses
All the king's men
They couldn't bring the king
Back again
Maddened on the run
Bent, beaten by a wind
Melted by the sun
After bloody battles
Victory each time mine
Justice rendered swiftly
Parchments duly signed
A holy fire rose within
I left my command
For mountain, river, mighty glen
And woodland
To live on locust
Hazelnut, strawberry
Watercress and streamwater
Honey from the golden bee
All the king's horses
All the king's men
They couldn't bring the king
Back to them
Ancient voices called
From the corner of the wood
They were soothing and delighting
And guiding all at once
The brave song of the crickets
Red hounds running sure
My wild dear companions
Spirits bold and pure
Salted every season
Wintered in spring
A dance with the raven
To a burning violin
All the king's horses
All the king's men
They couldn't bring the king
Back to them
It burned and it tempered
After a long little while
Now torn on mossy stone
The strings lie long behind
So too wine and women
The light their darkness lets in
Unwanted
Where cricket for cricket sings
Where the rough beasts roam
Only for to feast on flesh
For to have their fun
With a carcass stripped when fresh
Among them he must wander
All year long till eternity
Mountain, river, northern wind
Free from sanity
All the king's horses
All the king's men
They couldn't bring the king
Back again
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Writer(s): David Kemoun
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