I had a dream I was a king A king of empty things I had a queen, she lit my way And she wiped my tears away My kingdom was broad and vast I ignored it as it passed As I walked She left me, did my queen Alone to think and dream As I walked my mountain streams I dried tears and all my fears With ten thousand shields and spears My queen came back again But I was ready to defend My heart now hard and cold She left me without hope With gray hair upon my head My queen and youth had fled My youth and queen, my mountain stream Had been stolen by the years I had a dream I was a king A king of empty things Alone to think and dream But not to hope, or so it seems But not to hope, or so it seems But not to hope, or so it seems