The King Lyrics

A dusty attic room, stillness of a tomb

Where someone else's memory gathers in the gloom

While out on the quay, the water slapped at me

And roared as if to say, we wash it all away 


This is where my king calls me home

My king calls me home

This is where my king calls me home

Struggle was the lock, and honor the key

Your sorrows all a basket for the gift you bring to me

And everywhere you've been, we'll visit once again

With careless caroling, and never want a thing 


This is where my king calls me home

My king calls me home

This is where my king calls me home

A weed that never bloomed in the shadow of the eave

Stood up all afternoon and hung its head to grieve

As one newborn to violence, who couldn't beat the odds

Has paid the price of cruel choice for all we little gods

This is where my king calls me home

My king calls me home

This is where my king calls me home

I leave you where the spring, in urgent trickling

Like magic through the wood sings anybody good

Where every move away leads towards another day

Where at your journey's end I find you whole again

This is where my king calls me home

My king calls me home

This is where my king calls me home