Hoofdmenu:
A lonely king sat on his mountain
looking down upon the land.
Lonely souls spat out in fighting,
no one reaching out a hand.
Kings are only just like people,
with a mind and with a mouth
with a heart to beat a rhythm,
and a vow strongly vowed.
A lonely king walked down his mountain,
calling out across the land.
Gather all ye angry people,
come together and take my hand.
Kings are only just like people,
with a mind and with a mouth,
with a heart to beat a rhythm,
and a vow strongly vowed.
A king, not lonely, stood his ground,
looking left and looking right.
All around him people dancing,
laughter laughing, faces bright.
Kings are really just like people,
with a mind and with a mouth,
with a heart to beat a rhythm,
and a vow strongly vowed.