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