Long live
the king of hearts
I bow lowly
to you
Man who tossed
his gold in the water
To save the
slave, a common stranger
There he
rides through the village
I swear my
allegiance to you
For the
warm bread you gave to my daughter
And the
hand-sewn quilt in winter
(Violin)
His
Majesty sits upon worn stools
With folk
who drink their sorrows
And there
he transforms wood into ruby
And fills
my pitcher with rich barley
When
battle calls, see him stand
I draw my
sword for you
He who
unites kingdoms with honor
Compassion
for all lifts his banner
(Violin)
Long live
the king of hearts
I bow lowly
to you
For your
name I fight in glory
And pray they
tell our stories
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