When Will I be KingLyrics & Melody by Michael Crook
All around the tower, Nobles arrive by the hour
The guards are all stationed for this Coronation
A king will be placed into power.
Sitting alone in a cell, a poor lad from grace I have fell
Thieving through poverty, sentenced to misery
Tale of misfortune I tell.
Oh, when will I be king. Oh, could there be such a thing
The gates of the palace are drawn, trumpets herald the throne
The gentry bow low, a successor is chosen.
The hands of the people are shown
Ask myself what choice have I, Freedom and will been denied
A dungeon surrounds me, because of my family
The poorest of beggars my pride.
Oh, dreaming when I will be King. Oh, could there be such a thing
New King with mantle in hand, has he the voice of command
He feels the great weight of his office and state
A prisoner within his own land
Still here crouching below, the lowest no further to go
I rule over cats, who feed on the rats
My Kingdom is small, but who knows
Oh, now that I am the King, could you believe such a thing
Oh, now that I am the King I order you all now to sing
When will I, when will I be, when will I be King X8
Long live the King! (x4)