"I'll be home for Christmas
Sat in my silver chair
Chatting with the hired help
When no one else is there
Neither is there any tinsel
Nor holly on the tree
I can't abide another soul
Touching those things for me
I'm still alone at Christmas
Still alone at Christmas"
King John was not a good man
He had his little ways
And sometimes no one spoke to him
For days and days and days
And those who came across him
When walking in the town
Gave him a supercilious stare
They passed with noses in the air
And bad King John stood there, dumbly
Blushing beneath his crown
King John was not a good man
He lived his life aloof
Alone he thought a message out
While climbing up the roof
He wrote it down and propped it up
Against the chimney stack
"TO ALL AND SUNDRY- NEAR AND FAR
F. CHRISTMAS IN PARTICULAR."
And signed it not "Johannes R."
But very humbly, "JACK."
King John was not a good man
Yet had his hopes and fears
They'd given him no present now
For years and years and years
But every year at Christmas
While minstrels stood about
Collecting tributes from the young
For all the songs they might have sung
He stole away upstairs and hung
A hopeful stocking out
Richard Montefiore - King John's Lament (feat. Out of Orion) Lyrics
Richard Montefiore - King John's Lament (feat. Out of Orion) Lyrics
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"I'll be home for Christmas
Sat in my silver chair
Chatting with the hired help
When no one else is there
Neither is there any tinsel
Nor holly on the tree
I can't abide another soul
Touching those things for me
I'm still alone at Christmas
Still alone at Christmas"
King John was not a good man
He had his little ways
And sometimes no one spoke to him
For days and days and days
And those who came across him
When walking in the town
Gave him a supercilious stare
They passed with noses in the air
And bad King John stood there, dumbly
Blushing beneath his crown
King John was not a good man
He lived his life aloof
Alone he thought a message out
While climbing up the roof
He wrote it down and propped it up
Against the chimney stack
"TO ALL AND SUNDRY- NEAR AND FAR
F. CHRISTMAS IN PARTICULAR."
And signed it not "Johannes R."
But very humbly, "JACK."
King John was not a good man
Yet had his hopes and fears
They'd given him no present now
For years and years and years
But every year at Christmas
While minstrels stood about
Collecting tributes from the young
For all the songs they might have sung
He stole away upstairs and hung
A hopeful stocking out
Sat in my silver chair
Chatting with the hired help
When no one else is there
Neither is there any tinsel
Nor holly on the tree
I can't abide another soul
Touching those things for me
I'm still alone at Christmas
Still alone at Christmas"
King John was not a good man
He had his little ways
And sometimes no one spoke to him
For days and days and days
And those who came across him
When walking in the town
Gave him a supercilious stare
They passed with noses in the air
And bad King John stood there, dumbly
Blushing beneath his crown
King John was not a good man
He lived his life aloof
Alone he thought a message out
While climbing up the roof
He wrote it down and propped it up
Against the chimney stack
"TO ALL AND SUNDRY- NEAR AND FAR
F. CHRISTMAS IN PARTICULAR."
And signed it not "Johannes R."
But very humbly, "JACK."
King John was not a good man
Yet had his hopes and fears
They'd given him no present now
For years and years and years
But every year at Christmas
While minstrels stood about
Collecting tributes from the young
For all the songs they might have sung
He stole away upstairs and hung
A hopeful stocking out
Writer: Richard Montefiore
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