I spent an hour in high tower
And looked across the way
I wondered how the people now there
Think, or what they’d say
Has the King done all the things
He promised for the land?
Or are the rings of songs he sings
On him, his court, his Hand?
Are the fields, the crops they yield
Well tended under He?
Or when it’s peeled, the outer shield
Is famine what we’ll see?
Is it ever right endeavor?
Which path shall we take?
The one we’re on will soon be gone
And all is what’s at stake
Guard it well, and when you tell
Say every word aloud
When such a force sets on its course
The King will hear the crowd
There is a cost to Winter’s frost
Not always is it best
To resurrect a cause or sect
‘Tis naught a time for jest