Have you made your vows today have you promised her to stay I have no breath left, no heart left to give
Was she thankful for your words for the times that you have cursed You have no chance left, no time left to pray
Are you going down with your head held high and your crown still hanging from the willow tree A king to be but not for me
I have aged a hundred years I have shed a thousand tears I have bowed my head, I have made my bed this way
Are you going down with your head held high and your crown still hanging from the willow tree A king to be for no one to see A broken soul A stack of coal to me