Some say England had a queen

Who was married to a dreamer

Who was going insane

And held together by a battlea reel of

Forty two pages sealed

In a weather tight drum

It was leather, it was guns that would hold it inside

All together till the ceremony came

Everyone waited still

Everyone waited still

But the battle didn’t mean

There were treasures there were dreams

Of every vain and wealthy brother in a February field

Forced to be trading yield

And cattle and steed from wherever there is need

And it’s measured in love

Held together till the ceremony came

Everyone waited still

Everyone waited still

Deck the halls with the wealth of mine

Deck the halls with the wealth of mine

Some say England had a queen

Who was married to a dreamer

Who was going insane

And held together by a battle and a reel of

Forty two pages sealed

In a weather tight drum

It was leather it was guns that would hold it inside

All together till the ceremony came

Everyone waited still

Everyone waited still

Everyone waited still