King Crimson

King Crimson - The Court Of The Crimson King songtekst

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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.

On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Ian McDonald, Peter Sinfield

Componist: Ian McDonald

Publisher: King Crimson

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 2016

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Live in Toronto (2016) , In the Court of the Crimson King (1969) , Music Is Our Friend (2021)

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