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| Pete Atkin sings
A King At Nightfall by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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The ring hangs on a string inside your shirt You wedge the stable door You eat your beans and bunk down in the straw A king at nightfall You're gonna have to learn to live with this As you work or beg your way towards the border And shade your face to miss The multiplying eyes of the new order You spun the crown away into a ditch And saw the water close The army that you fed now feeds the crows A king at nightfall You're gonna have to watch your manners now And never let your face show what you're missing Don't wait for them to bow Stick out your hand for shaking, not for kissing Tomorrow's men who trace you from the field Will be in it for the bread There'll be a price on your anointed head A king at nightfall You're gonna have to learn how quick to run And that means slowly, watching all the angles Don't try to use that gun Stay very loose and cool, and out of tangles You reach to brush your collar free of straw And then you feel the string There's light enough for one look at the ring And it's lovely but it doesn't mean a thing A king at nightfall A king at nightfall | |||||
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