He made his way to the border
In the shadow under the trees
Down by a stream in a hollow
Turn your head feel the breeze
And the red queen was waiting for the news
For the white king to move
And the balance hung upon the head of one who tried
To stay within the shadows and keep his undercover secret
Tight
And the red queen was waiting for news
They let him in by a back way
Into a chamber reserved for the queen
She took the note that he gave her
Opened it slowly and started to read
Run to the treasury and bring me back some gold
Give it to the pawn who came, she cried
He says the white king thinks the game of chess is wrong
And all the courtiers crowded her and this is what she told the gathered
Round
Take all the red paint, take all the white
Make up a new born color
Cover your neighbor, we'll be alright
There'll be no game today she cried across the board
Every day will be a holi-day
And all the pieces cheered as tidings spread a-broad
And the pink queen sat and smiled at the cat who smiled
Back
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