Hollow Crown

You see this crown how it does shine
A golden crown and it is mine
I wear it for England which I hold dear
A cry of usurper I did hear

This hollow crown upon my head
They say my brother's sons are dead
Whispers at court behind my throne
In my reign seeds of doubt are sown

You see this body is it truly mine
My back is bent like a twisted vine
You speak of evil to tarnish my name
For the death of Hastings I am to blame

This hollow crown upon my head
And now my youngest son is dead
My grief at court upon my throne
The queen and I feel so alone

You see this sword in my hand
Against Tudor I defend this land
Of news from France I wait to hear
Within my armour I hide my fear

This hollow crown upon my head
They say Queen Anne will soon be dead
The sky is dark though it is day
With my book of hours I do pray



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Churchward
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