The Secret Of A King

The Secret Of A King ballad

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I heard sweet voices sing
Fragrance of wild flowers in spring
A thrown of gold for a King
To watch His courtier dance and sing

The Queen sits by His side
Watching the fair maidens
Trying to steal Her pride
Enchanting the King with her doe eyes
The Queens anger her eyes can’t hide

She secretly sends for a Witch
From a far away land
To cast a spell on the fair maidens hand

She turned Her into a Bird
And threw Her away
Out of the castle
On an old Oak to stay

The bird sang and danced
The curse of the Queen took her wings
While the witch on her broom flew away

One day the King on his horse
Stopped to listen to a beautiful voice
Singing a sad song of its life

He ordered for a trap
To bring the Bird
To his kingdom back

The Bird sang and danced
While the king was bewitched in a trance
The Queen knew she could do nothing
For the Bird was now close to the King

The Queen called for the witch
Who was flying in the sky
Hiding the Moon with her broom
On a starless night
In the darkness the Queen wandered
Waiting for the Witch to kill the Bird

Oh no said the King
Its the cruelest thing
He kissed the Bird
Whispered a secret of a King
Gifted a pair of golden wings
At sun rise he let the Bird fly
Back to where it belonged
Up to the bright blue sky

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