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
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,
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,