歌词
A monarch of your kind,
You're met with adoration, adoration
But slip and fall you might,
Your fate will rest in different hands, different hands
So bold and fearless,
Who'd have thought that such a humble soul could be your aid?
Such a humble soul could be your aid,
Reconsider King.
(...)
A soul so far below,
Who often will escape your eye, escape your eye
Could one day prove his worth,
And offer you his own hand, his own hand
So bold and fearless,
Who'd have thought that such a humble soul could be your aid?
Such a humble soul could be your aid,
Reconsider King.
So bold and fearless,
Who'd have thought that such a humble soul could be your aid?
Such a humble soul could be your aid,
Reconsider King.