Anne

See how she moves with perfect grace Her jet-black eyes behold his face She steals his heart and gives her own In order to possess the throne A willful queen yet so alone Once he whispered "you're the light of my life" Come what may, I'll make you my wife in the end Gentle maiden, you were born to be loved You will sooth me when times get too tough, loyal Nan Why did he push aside the one we adore? Caught in the web of that vain Boleyn whore For that vixen drives him wild People scorned her, said his choice wasn't right Loved their king but they hated his bride Who just smiled Your sweet appearance always brings me delight Whenever I'm lonely at night You'll be there I'll make sure that you'll rule over the earth Dear Anne, if you only gave birth to an heir You played the lute and sang him a song Weeping for his first stillborn son Now you know you're in disgrace Seeking comfort, immersed in sad memories You will die but he'll never be free For the rest of his days 'Cause he'll hear your voice in every song Your vision will haunt him when you are gone Echoes of your mocking laugh His sons will die so your death just won't be in vain For your daughter she will reign on your behalf