King Crimson-Court Of The Crimson King lyrics

I walk a road, horizons change  
 The tournaments begun.  
 The purple piper plays his tune,  
 The choir softly sing;  
 Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,  
 For the court of the crimson king.  
 The keeper of the city keys  
 Put shutters on the dreams.  
 I wait outside the pilgrims door  
 With insufficient schemes.  
 The black queen chants  
 The funeral march,  
 The cracked brass bells will ring;  
 To summon back the fire witch  
 To the court of the crimson king.  
 The gardener plants an evergreen  
 Whilst trampling on a flower.  
 I chase the wind of a prism ship  
 To taste the sweet and sour.  
 The pattern juggler lifts his hand;  
 The orchestra begin.  
 As slowly turns the grinding wheel  
 In the court of the crimson king.  
 On soft gray mornings widows cry  
 The wise men share a joke;  
 I run to grasp divining signs  
 To satisfy the hoax.  
 The yellow jester does not play  
 But gentle pulls the strings  
 And smiles as the puppets dance  
 In the court of the crimson king.