Rupert lies on a bed In a chamber and watches the weeds And the feather headed grasses That waver on the grey stone balcony He sees the blood-stained silk white sky
Of another dawn arise But Rupert knows this crimson morn Will turn to dusk and night will fall Before the day... ´ Oh, give me this day´ Prince Rupert calls, ´Give me this day.´
Rupert hangs by a thread On the wall above the cool soft bed And daylight comes in flashes Like memories of lightning through his mind. He sees the fleur-de-lis floor shine Gold and white as the sun climbs And glints into his ruby ring Slipping from his finger, pale and thin... On to the floor. ´Oh, give me this day´,
Prince Rupert calls, ´Give me this day´.
Rupert lies on a bed Where the night bows her head, Stars weave their dreams around him, ´ Give me this day´ Prince Rupert calls.
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