Testo Mountain Stream

I had a dream I was a king
A king of empty things
I had a queen, she lit my way
And she wiped my tears away

My kingdom was broad and vast
I ignored it as it passed
As I walked [here, smelled the streams ?] She left me, did my queen

Alone to think and dream
As I walked my mountain streams
I dried tears and all my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears

My queen came back again
But I was ready to defend
My heart now hard and cold
She left me without hope

With gray hair upon my head
My queen and youth had fled
My youth and queen, my mountain stream Had been stolen by the years

I had a dream I was a king
A king of empty things
Alone to think and dream
But not to hope, or so it seems
But not to hope, or so it seems
But not to hope, or so it seems