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