Come on, come one, my Queen at the road
Come on, my Queen and my guests!
She's still so comb, my Queen at the road,
My Queen that summons her death
But I'm no more Clown, my Queen at the road,
I am no more Clown, I guess.
There's still the whispers, there's still the sounds,
But I've no more of them, yes.
We were in love, we have ourselves bound,
But we have no one to posess.
We share our love, as Your head had been crowned,
And when morning's arrived, there's nothing shed o'Your dress
Ahoy, Ahoy, Your Captain said, and sailors answered him Aye!
Before the lightmorning captures Your breath,
I must have been think'n of good-bye!
Well, that's the story and this is the end,
For all of a men to surprise
Be aside of your Queen, that you're attend,
And be gone before sunrise