Dead King

Take this scarred body

Anoint his heirs

Take a dollar for the crossing

From coins in his meal

souls slight of coin

Slight of name

Then I'll meet you at the back gate

And greet you just the same

take to my side

And we'll walk on

To where the frost of the dead king

Weigh heavy on the vine

long it's been said

That the worlds

Of a man be his woman

And his lands have retainers