Some said England had a queen
who was married to a dreamer
who was going insane
and held together by a battle
and a real of forty two pages
sealed in a weather tight drum
It was leather,it was guns that would hold it inside
All together till the ceremony came
And everyone waited still

But the battle didn't mean
there were treasures there were dreams
of every vain and wealthy brother in a February field
Forced to be trading yield
and cattle and steed from wherever there is need
And it's measured in love
Held together till the ceremony came
and everyone waited still

Deck the halls with the wealth of mine

Some say England had a queen
who was married to a dreamer
who was going insane
and held together by a battle
and a real of forty two pages
sealed in a weather tight drum
It was leather it was guns that would hold it inside
All together till the ceremony came
Everyone waited still
Everyone waited still
Everyone waited still