Mountain Stream

I had a dream I was a king

A king of empty things

I had a queen, she lit my way

And she wiped my tears away

My kingdom was broad and vast

I ignored it as it passed

As I walked

She left me, did my queen

Alone to think and dream

As I walked my mountain streams

I dried tears and all my fears

With ten thousand shields and spears

My queen came back again

But I was ready to defend

My heart now hard and cold

She left me without hope

With gray hair upon my head

My queen and youth had fled

My youth and queen, my mountain stream

Had been stolen by the years

I had a dream I was a king

A king of empty things

Alone to think and dream

But not to hope, or so it seems

But not to hope, or so it seems

But not to hope, or so it seems