The King is in the counting house, counting out his money, The Queen is in her parlour eating bread and honey. And in her royal heart of hearts, she´s happy as can be Isn´t she? Isn´t she?
The King is always working, now signing proclamations, The children see their father´s brow knitted by frustrations. By in his heart of hearts , he serves his family, Doesn´t he? Doesn´t he?
The golden calendar reflects a day of obligations, The King and Queen will offer love to cold and distant nations. The children´s day goes by so fast nobody´s thought to miss them. The golden clock is striking twelve. Now its too late to kiss them.
Thought the castle´s marble walls don´t echo any laugher, But the family portrait paints them happy ever after. But in the royal heart of hearts, they´re happy as certainly, Aren´t we? Aren´t we?
