And who are you?
The proud lord said
That I must bow so low
Only a cat of?a?different coat
That's all?the truth I know

In a coat?of gold or a coat of red
A lion still has?claws
And?mine?are long and?sharp, my lord
As?long and sharp as yours

And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That lord of Castamere
But now the rains weep o'er his hall
With no one there to hear
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall
And not a soul to hear

In a coat?of gold or a coat of red
A lion still has?claws
And?mine?are long and?sharp, my lord
As?long and sharp as yours

And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That lord of Castamere
But now the rains weep o'er his hall
With no one there to hear
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall
And not a soul to hear

And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That lord of Castamere
But now the rains weep o'er his hall
With no one there to hear
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall
And not a soul to hear