Awaiting The end of spring A date for summer’set The word is out The heralds shout A new queen we’ll get
Welcome everyone to the royal wedding Our king has far to long, been alone upon the throne We promise you a feast, soaked in luxury The youngest of ten sisters was chosen by our lord The king of the mountain. Flaxen hair Oh so fair Like a guiding light it shines Rosy cheek Old, rough and bleak It’s strange how they combine
Welcome everyone to the royal wedding Our king has far to long, been alone upon the throne We promise you a feast, soaked in luxury For the youngest of ten sisters who’s chosen by our lord The king of the mountain
The wedding night approaches And hundreds of red roses Are sprinkled on the double bed Soft white virgin skin A fire burns within They both anticipate the nights event Cobweb, eiderdown Of silk made night gown A nice cozy pillow for a sweet head Love is in the air They’ll secure a family heir Together now and forever, jubilant
But the farmer cries Great sacrifice To save his farm from harm As gentleman-like As an attack of a pike The common trollish charm
Welcome everyone to the royal wedding Our king has far to long, been alone upon the throne We promise you a feast, soaked in luxury For the youngest of ten sisters who’s chosen by our lord The king of the mountain!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
