The Pauper

You speak under the noise

And hand me bread under tables

In royal courts

Or hovels

I don’t mind now

So long as I am fed

Then graciously

I am taken to royal courts

Or hovels

I don’t mind now

Keep me humble I can’t face the kings without you

My lyre heavy in hand

Keep me humble I can’t kneel to the pauper without you

I’d be brushing off my knees from holy ground

Keep me humble I can’t face the kings without you

I’d turn a blind eye to my town

Keep me humble I can’t kneel to the pauper without you

I’d be brushing off my knees from holy ground

Keep me humble I can’t face the kings without you

Keep me humble