Vert Age Old Lyrics

I met an old king yesterday
               he was standing on the mountain side
               and though he wore peasants clothes
                             his royalty he could not hide
                                                    nor his grief
                                           staring at the stars
     his old hand pointing out the brightest by far
                       he told me of the skys secrets
                   and he says the stars lead to Jesus
                                                  another king?
                                    and he crys as he says
                    I have wisdom but it matters not
        for my children do not believe my words
                      I have wealth but it matters not
                 for it's not enough to buy their love
                                            and he whispers
                            my children do not love me
                      as we sit and watch the sun fall
                              he asks of my knowledge
he says he's felt the pain of a fallen castle wall
            he clames sorrow is wisdom's college
                      as I listen to his words of tears
                            he quietly confirms my fear
         that no matter how you run and scream
                           terror is never just a dream
                  I have wisdom, but it matters not
       for my children do not believe my words
                     I have wealth but it matters not
               for it's not enough to buy their love
                                           and he whispers
                           my children do not love me
      I'm the only one who listens to his words,
        am I the only one to listen to his words?