B.E.S.

I’m a soldier of the Queen
Oh, I shark the blackest sea
Bloody spaces where we went
And white the faces of my friends
She’s the playmate of the King
Though they’re not on speaking terms
See her in the garden wing
The courtesan and beggars sing:
«Black-eyed suzie by the fire
See them gathered in the dark
Every friend we had was luck
Who else would remember us»
Empty halls of Gods gone by
The silver hair and laughing eyes
I’m the last who knows the sound
I carry till it’s known by known
Black-eyed suzie by the fire
See them gathered in the dark
Every friend we had was luck
Who else would remember us
Black-eyed suzie by the fire
See them gathered in the dark
Every friend we had was luck
Who else would remember us