SOME CROWNS ARE FASHIONED OF JEWELS AND GOLD
Some crowns are fashioned of thorns
Some kings are born with a sceptre to hold
Some kings are never quite born
And the tale of your kingship is simple to tell
How the leopards fell prey to themselves
How the lilies all rotted in bitter farewell
You had it all, Henry
Kingdoms of heaven and hell

Fathers are born with a world in their hands
Fathers are born to their sons
Castles are built to sink deep in the sands
Empires are lost to be won
And the tale of your birthright is simple to tell
How your father had fought all too well
How two kingdoms were laid in the grave where he fell
You lost them both, Henry
Kingdoms of heaven and hell

Towers of prayer in the Cambridge sky
Turning your thoughts into stone
One patch of heaven a little less high
Than the heaven you pray to alone

Towers of faith in the Cambridge sky
Turning your prayers into stone
One patch of heaven a little less high
Than the heaven you reach for alone

Some holy fools have the heart of a lion
Some have the heart of a lamb
Some have the prophets and saints to rely on
Some don’t have one honest man
And the tale of your sainthood is simple to tell
You were murdered alone in a cell
But your madness rings clear as the toll of a bell
You saw it all, Henry
Kingdoms of heaven and hell

And the tale of your sainthood is simple to tell
You were murdered alone in a cell
But your madness rings clear as the toll of a bell
You saw it all, Henry
Kingdoms of heaven and hell

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