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(mmmmm-hmm) He carried wood from the frozen hill
With worn-out boots and a quiet will
While in the castle behind the stone
A dying king
sat all alone
No crown of gold could buy the breath To pull the sovereign
back from death
But simple herbs and a guiding light
Saved a kingdom in the night
No soldiers came to the mountain path
They feared the shadow of winter's wrath
But the boy went up in the freezing cold
With no desire for the royal gold No crown of gold could
buy the breath
To pull the sovereign back from death
But simple herbs and a guiding light
Saved a kingdom in the night
They offered him silver and land to his name But he turned
back to the hills whence he came
(back to the hills)
Just a poor boy on the hill
While the kingdom stands there still (mmmmm-hmm)