In the Court of the Crimson King - Abridged

The rusted 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 tongue
For the court of the Crimson King

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

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



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Fripp, Peter John Sinfield, Greg Lake, Ian Mcdonald, Michael Rex Giles
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