Boy Who Held the Throne

(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)