Am G Am Em
Am G Am Em
Am
The stars are very beautiful above the palace walls
G Am Em
They shine with equal splendor still above far humbler halls
Am Em
I watch them from my window, but their bright, entrancing glow
Am Dm Am G Am
Reminds me of the freedom I gave up so long ago
Am
The royal circlet of bright gold rests lightly on my brow
G Am Em
I once thought only of the rights this circlet would endow
Am Em
But once I took the crown to which I had been schooled and bred
Am Dm Am G Am
I found it heavy on the heart, though light upon the head
Am
Although I am the head of state, in truth I am the least
G Am Em
The true Queen knows her people fed, before she sits to feast
Am Em
The good Queen knows her people safe, before she takes her rest
Am Dm Am G Am
Thinks twice and thrice and yet again, before she makes request
Am
For they are all my children, all that I swore to defend
G Am Em
It is my duty to become both Queen and trusted friend—
Am Em
And of my children high and low, from beggar to above
Am Dm Am G Am
The dearest are my Heralds, who return my care with love
Am
The dearest are my Heralds, swift to spring to my command
G Am Em
Who give me aid and fellowship, who always understand
Am Em
That land and people first have needs that I may not deny—
Am Dm Am G Em
So I must send my dearest friends to danger—and to die
Am
A friend, a love, a child—it matters not. I know indeed
G Am Em
That I must sacrifice them all if there should be the need
Am Em
They know, and they forgive me—doing more than I require
Am Dm
With willing minds and loving hearts go straight to grasp the fire
Am
These tears that burn my eyes are all the tears the Queen can't shed
G Am Em
The tears I weep in silence as I mourn my Heralds dead
Am Em
O Gods that dwell beyond the stars, if you can hear my cry—
Am Dm Am G Am
And if you have compassion—let me send no more to die!