King's Nose

Post a guard upon the hill

Thumb your nose

At all we've built

Empty pockets bring me down

I stalk the grounds around

And listen for the sound

I follow Gods around the hill

I thumb my nose

At all they've built

Empty gardens bring me down

I stalk the grounds around

And listen for the sound

Bones of men under the hill

They've built houses

Keeping them still

Empty sockets bring me down

They will not hark again

Even for the sound