Parading

I went to your kingdom I was young and understanding A poor boy, a jester Counting steps to the castle cascading Counting steps to the castle cascading I went to your kingdom With bells on my laces I danced for your queen there With the jewels, and the sadness We went to the tower It was white, it was commanding I bowed to the king He wore flags of bright orange crusading He wore flags of bright orange crusading And out in the farmlands Where the peasants pick flowers Listen to the pastor Sing hymns between the mountains The knights in their armor Trade lances debating They rally the people Singing "Southland's a comin' invading" Singing "Southland's a comin' invading" And all the poets and princes While you were lying waiting Chase caviar maidens Soft and uncovered Parading They were soft and uncovered parading They were soft and uncovered parading Parading They were soft and uncovered parading