Who comes today with sunlight on his face
And eyes of fire that harbor sorrow's trace?
But I'm not sad with the sadness of the years
Pour him some tears
He is the king, oh I mistake the sign
A king of song, a comrade of the nine
See how he bends to greet his soul's desire
His intruement which trembles like a lyre
And seems to trust him and to know his touch
He loves so much
He is the king, oh I mistake the sign
A king of song, a comrade of the nine
He stands full height, he draws into his breast
Like one in joy who takes the one, the guest
A weird vowed thing bewitched from end to end
To be his friend
He is the king, oh I mistake the sign
A king of song, a comrade of the nine
Look at today with sunlight on his face
And fire in his eyes
And there's a fire, and there's a fire
And there's a fire, and there's a fire
He is the king, oh I mistake the sign
A king of song, a comrade of the nine