It was a busy year for death
She crept about the palace.
And we had poor defense
And she had little malice
A gentle touch put here -
A sad and curt embrace.
A wooden kiss enough
To put them in their place.
(Chorus)
And where my father went
Is not now common knowledge;
The inventory was lent
To some old Cambridge college.
(Interlude)
(verse 2) Same as verse 1
I had little faith then,