King Crimson - The court of the crimson king

The ^Emrusted chains of ^Dprison moons are ^Cshattered by the ^Bsun I ^Emwalk a road, ^Dhorizons change, the ^Ctournament’s ^Bbegun The ^Ampurple piper ^E7plays his tune, the ^F#mchoir softly ^Bsing Three l^Emullabies in an ^Dancient tongue for the ^Ccourt of the crimson ^Bking

The ^Emkeeper of the c^Dity keys put ^Cshutters on the ^Bdreams I ^Emwait outside the ^Dpilgrims’ door with ^Cinsufficient ^Bschemes The ^Amblack queen chants the ^E7funeral march, the ^F#mcracked brass bells will ^Bring To ^Emsummon back the f^Dire witch to the ^Ccourt of the crimson ^Bking

The ^Emgardener plants an ^Devergreen whilst ^Ctrampling on a ^Bflower I ^Emchase the wind of a ^Dprism ship to ^Ctaste the sweet and ^Bsour The ^Ampattern juggler ^E7lifts his hand, the ^F#morchestra ^Bbegin As ^Emslowly turns the ^Dgrinding wheel in the ^Ccourt of the crimson ^Bking

On ^Emsoft grey mornings ^Dwidows cry, the ^Cwise men share a ^Bjoke I ^Emrun to grasp ^Ddivining signs to ^Csatisfy the ^Bhoax The ^Amyellow jester ^E7does not play but ^F#mgently pulls the ^Bstrings And ^Emsmiles as the ^Dpuppets dance in the ^Ccourt of the crimson ^Bking