The Queen and the soldier
The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door
He said, "I am not fighting for you any more"
The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before
And slowly she let him inside.
He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill
And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill
But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
Only first I am asking you why."
Down in the long narrow hall he was led
Into her rooms with her tapestries red
And she never once took the crown from her head
She asked him there to sit down.
He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young
But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won
And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun
And now will you tell me why?"
The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye
She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try"
But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry
But she closed herself up like a fan.
And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread
It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"
He laid his hand then on top of her head
And he bowed her down to the ground.
"Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel
As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed
But I won't march again on your battlefield"
And he took her to the window to see.
And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray
And she wanted more than she ever could say
But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away
And would not look at his face again.
And he said, "I want to live as an honest man
To get all I deserve and to give all I can
And to love a young woman who I don't understand
Your highness, your ways are very strange."
But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break
And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached
She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait
She would only be a moment inside.
Out in the distance her order was heard
And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
And while the queen went on strangeling in the solitude she preferred
The battle continued on
Tittar in för att önska en trevlig Alla Hjärtans Dag.
Alltså man kan hitta så mycket bra och notalgisk musik på You Tube.. som denna:-)
Ha de gott o Stor Kram o Pözzen på pannvecket denna Hjärtedag:-)
mmm Vega är en underskattad artist ..härlig låt.
Du får en hjärtekram av mig
Gripande låt, hoppas du haft en bra dag och att den fortsätter så :-)
Måste lyssna på den.
Underbar text med många bottnar. Lyssnar så sällan på radio eller TV så jag är dålig på det här med låtar och artister. Men den här var mycket bra.
Jättefin låt och ett fint budskap. Kram Mumin
kanon! underbar,härligt budskap!Kramen!
Vinskolan var bara så bra...asg!
Underbar låt, tempot, texten...hemsk och igenkännbar. Alla dessa krig som utkämpas. Inom människro, mellan dem och till och emd nationer .För vems skull och varför?
I Profeten av Kahlin Gibran står det
Om det är en despot som ni vill avsätta från hans tron, se då först till att den tron han rest inom er blir förstörd.
Jag fastnade för texten - gripande. Svårt att inte reflektera och tänka till.
Jag har nu läst igen det jag missat läsa hos dig efter sommin tid gått åt att fundera
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