Crownèd King

Lyrics by Mistress Guernen Cimarguid (OL)

lyrics © 2004 G. R. Grove

A King sat down on his father's throne;
his rich robes gleamed and his bright crown shone,
and he smiled and he said, "By my strength alone
have I been crowned as King!
By my strong right arm and my shining sword
I sit here now as your King and Lord,
and all who hear must obey my word --
for such is a crownèd King!"

Then spoke a Knight, stood beside his throne,
whose chain and his belt and his bright spurs shone,
"My Liege, tis not by your strength alone
that you are crowned our King.
For by my chain and my shining sword,
I knelt and I swore to you as my Lord
to shed my blood at your lightest word -
in fealty to my King!"

The King he thought, and he said, "Sir Knight,
by my Crown and my Oath, you have spoke aright!
My Kingship rests on your loyal might,
yet still I am your King!
You carry your sword against my foe,
and follow my banner wherever I go,
for the fealty dear that to me you owe
because I am your King."

Then a Master spoke from beside the throne,
whose arts and labors afar were known,
"My Liege, tis not by your right alone
that you are crowned our King.
For all of your folk who beauty make,
or while others sleep do work and wake
for your Kingdom's glory and own dear sake
have also made you King."

The King he thought, and he said, "Tis true,
that all who Service or Arts pursue
to their Land and their King have given their due,
yet still I am your King.
All those who labor to build my hall,
to plant in the spring and reap in the fall,
have given their share to my splendid All
because I am your King."

Then a old Bard came and approached the throne
whose songs to the ends of the earth were known.
"My Lord, tis not for your power alone
that you are crowned our King.
For the songs that I and others shall make
your name and your fame and your power could break --
we sing for the Truth and for Honor's sake
when we sing before our King."

The King he thought, and he said, "Tis right
for my Masters proud and my faithful Knights,
whenever I bid, to work or fight,
because I am their King.
Yet Bard, you are given a different task -
one I cannot bid, though I well may ask -
speak Truth when you must and take me to task
because I am your King."

Then the old Bard smiled, and he said, "My Lord,
you have spoken now a wiser word,
for a song may defeat the sharpest sword
though it be held by a King.
A King who sits on a carven throne
is not set there by his strength alone
but by the the Honor that he has shown --
for SUCH is a crownèd King!"