When The Queen Rests

 

When The Queen Rests

 

She looks upon her holdings

Far her eye sees past a mountain

Bending her ear to a cry or laugh

Through the streets music winds its way

 

She is our advocate

Taking our cares to the king

Counselling with him in private places

We are not allowed

 

Here she comes

Her heart is upon us

Shall we look up and understand

She has already walked our streets?

 

Up she ascends to her throne

A position of power she welds it strong

A pendant of light gracious about her neck

Stretching forth her hands, she alights

 

A kingdom I grant her

Without her no fullness dwells

Trust spreads across the land

Illuminating every valley

 

> The queen is my wife, Anne.  Her counsel to me is indispensable.  She brings issues to me, and we conclude together. <

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