| I know what my people are thinking tonight
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| As home through the shadows they wander
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| Everyone smiling in secret delight
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| They stare at the castle and ponder
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| Whenever the wind blows this way
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| You can almost hear everyone say
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| I wonder what the king is doing tonight?
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| What merriment is the king pursuing tonight?
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| The candles at the court, they never burned as bright
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| I wonder what the king is up to tonight?
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| How goes the final hour as he sees the bridal bower
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| Being regally and legally prepared?
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| Well, I’ll tell you what the king is doing tonight
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| He’s scared, he’s scared
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| You mean that a king who fought a dragon
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| Hacked him in two and fixed his wagon
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| Goes to be wed in terror and distress? |
| Yes
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| A warrior who’s so calm in battle
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| Even his armor doesn’t rattle
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| Faces a woman petrified with fright? |
| Right
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| You mean that appalling clamoring
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| That sounds like a blacksmith hammering
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| Is merely the banging of his royal knees? |
| Please
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| You wonder what the king is wishing tonight?
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| He’s wishing he were in Scotland fishing tonight
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| What occupies his time while waiting for the bride?
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| He’s searching high and low for some place to hide
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| And oh, the expectation, the sublime anticipation
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| He must feel about the wedding night to come
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| Well, I’ll tell you what the king is feeling tonight
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| He’s numb, he shakes, he quails, he quakes
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| And that’s what the king is doing tonight |