the dancing king

we pause and judge upon the reigning queen

who looks like a ghost upon the money most

people would agree

oh

the soulless dance upon the english dew

across the green fields a procession grows

we are the out-of-time people of the rose

sing

we are the out-of-time people of the rose

the nightingale rejoices

the hour disapproves

the morning unrequited

the moon my heart did choose

now the dancing king is the sun