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
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