King from the Uplands
June-July 2019, Gibson Chase-Pinkney

(Instrumental)
/ C - F C / F C G - / C - F C / F G C - /

II
He rode from the upland, ‘twas a misty day
Oh, He said that he came to deliver us from
The animal gods that had led us astray
And demanded the gift of an innocent’s blood
/ F C G C / F C G - / F C G Am / F - G -/

I
Ride to the south, our just King
And carry your banner proudly
On your return, we will sing
And greet your triumph loudly
/ C - F C / F C G - / C - F C / F G C - /

I
He carried the light, and remembered the word
But respected the rule of the rod from up high
Until, one dark day, his faith was disturbed
Though given his orders, he could not fathom why

II
The priest of the rod said a town were enthralled
By our most evil, craven and treacherous foe
Though the hero sent missives, and attempted to stall
He was ordered to raze the town, much to his woe

III
Though his faith was quite strong, and his devotion was true
The hero could not carry his orders through
/ F G C Am / F G /
I
So he laid down his arms, and prayed in retreat
Living off nothing but water for weeks
Until he emerged, to bring truth and hope
And mounted his horse, and rode to the rod-pope

I
Ride to the south, our just King
And carry your banner proudly
On your return, we will sing
And greet your triumph loudly

I
He crashed through the gates of the high papal keep
And barged into the rooms of the pope, fast asleep
Grabbed rod, frock and crown, dropped them down to his feet
Where he shattered their power to cower the weak

II
He rode back to the uplands, on a misty day
Having rescued the light from keepers infirm
To tell folk how to live, or to think, or to pray
A king lives to serve, respect must be earned

I
Ride to the south, our just King
And carry our banner proudly
On your return, I must sing
To greet your triumph loudly
    
Repeat

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