Draughty Old Fortress

I am the king, I am the king of the draughty old fortress
I am the lord, the lord and the master of house and the grounds
As dreamer eyes, scan the horizon, searchin' for travellers
As dreamer yours, hoping for music, sweet music, but it never sounds
And nobody rings on your bell when it weighs five hundred pounds
The bell ropes are twisted and tattered and chewed by the hounds
I am the king of this draughty old fortress and all of the lands around
Yes, I’m the king of this draughty old fortress and all the lands around
I pace the rooms, the towers and tombs of this dusty old palace
Outside these walls, no beast or bird for miles around
Through echoing halls, and corridors dark, I measure my kingdom
Hoping for news, from travelling fools, but they never wander from town
And nobody rings on your bell when it weighs five hundred pounds
The bell ropes are twisted and tattered and chewed by the hounds
I am the king of this draughty old fortress and all of the lands around
Yes, I’m the king of this draughty old fortress and all the lands around