King of the Willow Tree - Sofia Talvik

Have you made your vows today

Have you promised her to stay

I have no breath left, no heart left to give

Was she thankful for your words

For the times that you have cursed

You have no chance left, no time left to pray

Are you going down

With your head held high

And your crown still hanging from the willow tree

A king to be

But not for me

I have aged a hundred years

I have shed a thousand tears

I have bowed my head, I have made my bed this way

Are you going down

With your head held high

And your crown still hanging from the willow tree

A king to be

For no one to see

A broken soul

A stack of coal

To me