The Courtroom of the King by © Jelila 2006. All Rights Reserved.

The Courtroom of the King
Was gilded bright gold and purple
He sat with sages on a couch of tapestry and turtle
Peacocks crying in the yard
I sung my heart I swear I never sang so hard!

I sang of warriors
fighting in the sand
I sang of mighty battles for the land
Of our forefathers
I spun a story - made him understand that a poor lute boy could before the king’s gaze stand
And offer something special and so grand.

Oh Mary! It was the grandest day!
Huntsmen did come to guide the way
Monks stood in lines and I did see them pray
And trumpeters with ensigns did bugle a loud hollay!

They led me to the palace’s guilded gates so golden
Encrusted with pearls and weights
of spun gold drapes at the windows
a golden path a golden lake and swans
oh it was the very ones of ones I ever seen!

And all the time I didst think of your eyes
Trying to settle and make sure I be wise
Singing my songs the bestest guise
Showing myself in the bestest guise

And lo the King did come and princes too,
All train’ed golden, ermine enfolded
High crowns all golded
Diamonds too and rubies on their fingers !
The smell of roasted haunch and smoke did linger
in the great halls and
Tapestries bold and fine did decorate the walls.

And the King came close to me he spake
And I – full in my britches quake though did not let on and my voice not break,
Answered ‘what is your pleasure Sir what song would you have me make?’

He raised an eyebrow smiled and said ‘the golden one’ and ‘make it good or off with your head!’ – no only kidding – I added that –
He said I was right fine and spake kindly with hands gently spread.

My lute I spun and sung my golden song
The peacocks cried, turned golden,
And everyone fell silent jaw open
Until I was done then burst out clapping proudly, and crying
‘well done, well done!’

I was right proud I can tell you and did say so, my eyes did brightly shine with a tear glow and they did have me sing again, again
Until the lanterns show
They did have me sing again until the lanterns glow.

Oh Mary! I sang it for you
Oh Mary! what would you have me do?
All my life I sing for you
In the court of Kings I sing for you
I kneel at your feet and sing for you
I kneel at your feet and sing my love for you.

The Courtroom of the King by © Jelila 2006. All Rights Reserved.