King of Portugal

Dreamed I was the King of Portugal In a big four poster bed Noble tapestries from wall to wall And a crown upon my head Bells ring and servants bring The jewels and the robes For the night to begin Would you love me forever If I had everything Would you love me forever If I were a king Then it seemed that I was travelling Through the granite hills of Dao With a vineyard spread in front of me In a carriage headed south Night came with the skies aflame And all that I saw Was all mine to claim There are those that can tell you What your fantasies mean But I don't feel the need to Understand everything