Richard Thompson King Of Bohemia
Let me rock you in my arms I'll hold you safe and small A refugee from the Seraphim In your rich girl rags and all Did your dreams die young Were they too hard won Did you reach too high and fall And there is no rest For the ones God blessed And he blessed you best of all Your eyes seem from a different face They've seen that much that soon Your cheek too cold, too pale to shine Like an old and waning moon And there is no peace No true release No secret place to crawl And there is no rest For the ones God blessed And he blessed you best of all If tears unshed could heal your heat If words unsaid could sway Then watch you melt into the night with Adieu, and rue the day Did your dreams die young Were they too hard won Did you reach too high and fall And there is no rest For the ones God blessed And he blessed you best of all ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
