The King of the Mountain Cometh
On his arm there was a dove
In livery green and tapestry clean
He called it his falcon of love, oh yeah
Called it his falcon of love
The Mage of the Midnight Abbey
Was a child of fifteen years
His eyes were bored with galactic lores
He had points upon his ears, oh yeah
Points upon his ears
The wild-witch wizard of Esher
Was a changeling son from Mars
He learned his songs from the cosmic throngs
And played them on a Fender guitar, oh yeah
And playеd them on a Fender guitar
Thе woman from the plateaus of Persia
Came to sell me a wondrous thing
In a horn of oak with a sulphurous smoke
She gave me King Solomon's ring, oh yeah
Gave me the magical thing
Elvis, are you out there somewhere?
Looking like a happy man
In the snow with rosebud
And the King of the Mountain
On his arm there was a dove
In livery green and tapestry clean
He called it his falcon of love, oh yeah
Called it his falcon of love
The Mage of the Midnight Abbey
Was a child of fifteen years
His eyes were bored with galactic lores
He had points upon his ears, oh yeah
Points upon his ears
The wild-witch wizard of Esher
Was a changeling son from Mars
He learned his songs from the cosmic throngs
And played them on a Fender guitar, oh yeah
And playеd them on a Fender guitar
Thе woman from the plateaus of Persia
Came to sell me a wondrous thing
In a horn of oak with a sulphurous smoke
She gave me King Solomon's ring, oh yeah
Gave me the magical thing
Elvis, are you out there somewhere?
Looking like a happy man
In the snow with rosebud
And the King of the Mountain
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