Little King

Little King!

Sitting in the Snow

no one else around you, 

no one near to hear you crying so. 

 

Little King!

Watch your Kingdom go- 

down to burning embers, 

down to such a happy orange glow

 

The Wind is blowing now!

He seems to be reminded it’s December- 

Ten feet ahead is all that you can see, 

and all that you remember-

Yet never has the Cold of Night 

kissed you quite so softly, 

or so tender

 

Little King!

I think your Kingdom knows

just how much you love ‘em

even if they can’t see past their toes

 

Little King!

Nows your chance to show

those of Us who follow

just how far an Honest Man can go

 

The Wind is blowing now!

He seems to be reminded it’s December- 

Ten feet ahead is all that you can see, 

and all that you remember-

Yet never has the Cold of Night 

kissed you quite so softly, 

or so tender