As far as I can see,
lowliness is changing me.
On every champions’ cry.
long awaited blow in the eye.
So I have to say
There ain’t no way to change the night into day.
though we may turn copper into gold.
So do me a favour
And lend it your labour …

“To our King though we bow the knee,
We are kings of the morning star.
No changeable colours have we -
Red lions, black dragons we are!”

As far as I can see,
Modesty’s been changing me.
On every agony
empty handed victory
So I have to say
There ain’t no way to change the right into day.
Though we may turn copper into gold
So do me a favour
And lend it your labour …