KING CRIMSON - The Court of The Crimson King lyrics

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The dance of the puppets<br />

The rusted chains of prison moons<br />

Are shattered by the sun<br />

I walk a road, horizons change<br />

The tournament's begun<br />

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The purple piper plays his tune<br />

The choir softly sing<br />

Three lullabies in an ancient tongue<br />

For the court of the Crimson King<br />

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The keeper of the city keys<br />

Put shutters on the dreams<br />

I wait outside the pilgrim's door<br />

With insufficient schemes<br />

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The black queen chants, the funeral march<br />

The cracked brass bells will ring<br />

To summon back the fire witch<br />

To the court of the Crimson King<br />

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The gardener plants an evergreen<br />

Whilst trampling on a flower<br />

I chase the wind of a prism ship<br />

To taste the sweet and sour<br />

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The pattern juggler lifts his hand<br />

The orchestra begin<br />

As slowly turns the grinding wheel<br />

In the court of the Crimson King<br />

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On soft gray mornings widows cry<br />

The wise men share a joke<br />

I run to grasp divining signs<br />

To satisfy the hoax<br />

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The yellow jester does not play<br />

But gentle pulls the strings<br />

And smiles as the puppets dance<br />

In the court of the Crimson King<br /><br />