King Crimson The Court Of The Crimson King Including The Return Lyrics

The Court Of The Crimson King Including The Return Lyrics

and The Dance of the Puppets

 

 The rusted chains of prison moons

 Are shattered by the sun.

 I walk a road, horizons change

 The tournament's begun.

 The purple piper plays his tune,

 The choir softly sing;

 Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,

 For the court of the crimson king.

 

 The keeper of the city keys

 Put shutters on the dreams.

 I wait outside the pilgrim's door

 With insufficient schemes.

 The black queen chants

 the funeral march,

 The cracked brass bells will ring;

 To summon back the fire witch

 To the court of the crimson king.

 

 The gardener plants an evergreen

 Whilst trampling on a flower.

 I chase the wind of a prism ship

 To taste the sweet and sour.

 The pattern  juggler lifts his hand;

 The orchestra begin.

 As slowly turns the grinding wheel

 In the court of the crimson king.

 

 On soft gray mornings widows cry

 The wise men share a joke;

 I run to grasp divining signs

 To satisfy the hoax.

 The yellow jester does not play

 But gentle pulls the strings

 And smiles as the puppets dance

 In the court of the crimson king.