The Pauper

You speak under the noise
And hand me bread under tables
In royal courts
Or hovels
I don’t mind now
So long as I am fed
Then graciously
I am taken to royal courts
Or hovels
I don’t mind now
Keep me humble I can’t face the kings without you
My lyre heavy in hand
Keep me humble I can’t kneel to the pauper without you
I’d be brushing off my knees from holy ground
Keep me humble I can’t face the kings without you
I’d turn a blind eye to my town
Keep me humble I can’t kneel to the pauper without you
I’d be brushing off my knees from holy ground
Keep me humble I can’t face the kings without you
Keep me humble