Have you seen the king? He does not come down very often You must be a stranger here You have the look of one who’s hungry
So are we I’m sorry there’s not more to give you But still the fields give better Than they did before the lord came
Who is this phantom who rules over this phantom land? He who sits upon an empty throne can never stand again
You must be a stranger everywhere Like him, you’ve traveled far now I see in your eyes his longing, distant stare A heart that always questions Must be a hateful thing for your poor mother Do you think of her now? Where is she? Does she mourn you like he mourns you?