A Good King and His Queen

I will now go, never see you again
Not by the fields or walking the plains
And I pray that one day, maybe you'll see
The love that I gave that you'd never concede

I will now go, away to the sea
Like a sailor alone with his mistress blue-green
Like the woman I loved who I couldn't keep
Too strong to hold, for a man, low like me

I will not run from the way things should be
I have the heart of a sailor and the soul of a king
And I need my queen to walk forth with me
Through the night to the still of the quiet morning

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths
Enwrought with golden and silver light
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light
I would spread the cloths under your feet
But I, being poor, have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

I will now lie, home in the spring
Watching the flowers grow, alone, waiting
Rejecting the pain of modern belief
That man must be cruel to get what he needs