Tom Paxton - When Princes Meet lyrics

When princes meet The poor little men must tremble In judgment seat They speak of their wars While great armies a**emble Their armor shines To shame the sun They move like gods They do resemble All bow their necks To iron feet when princes meet When castles rise The poor little men must build them To charm the skies They throw up the turrets Where the great lords will them They dig the dungeons From the earth And their brothers Wives and children fill them All those below cast down Their eyes when castles rise God save the king For he grants us leave to serve him His praises sing And grant that we may deserve him Who counts the cost? The cattle and men to be lost? 'Tis no small thing to serve a king When kings make war The poor little men must fight them They must do more They hold out their necks For great lord's swords to bite them The sons of the lords cleave Through their ranks In the hopes some warrior king Might knight them It's what the poor little men are for When kings make war Hide your cattle in the woods, Francois The lord is looking your way Hide your women and your goods, Francois They're coming around to make you pay Hide if you can, poor little man Think of a prayer to say Hide if you can, poor little man Think of a prayer to say God save the king For he grants us leave to serve him His praises sing And grant that we may deserve him Who counts the cost? The cattle and men to be lost? 'Tis no small thing to serve a king