The king was sitting on the floor
The king was getting old;
And he kept looking at the door
Of jewels and of gold.
He knew that they were waiting still
Inside the royal hall;
He knew: without his iron will
The empire would fall.

And yet they did not recognize
The signet ring he wore
And they would laugh, they would despise
The old man at the door.

But when the little girl came near
Her royal nannies too
She whispered: "Grandfather dear,
Grandfather, is it you?"

And so she took him by the hand
|They slowly walked inside
The dance and music came to end
The door stood open wide.

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