I lift the checkerboard to see a little man in black.
I guess his name & call to him; he doesn’t answer back.
It’s always been this way- a game that people play
It’s always been this way- a game.
I lift my eyes the little man is climbing up the hill.
I follow in his shadow till the sun has set & still
It’s always been this way- a game that people play
It’s always been this way- a game.
If you trail the golden thread till dawn he said, til dawn he said
If you trail the golden thread, I will turn my head.
I followed him until the dawn; I had no place to be.
He sat down and I saw him yawn; his heart had set on me.
It’s always been this way- a game that people play.
It’s always been this way- a game.
If you trail the golden thread till dawn he said, till dawn he said
I will place the golden crown upon your head.
I picked the soldier as he slept and placed him in a box.
I nestled him so carefully beneath a golden lock.
I took my little box and walked my soldier up the hill.
I buried him beneath the ground he’s safely sleeping still.
I have trailed the golden thread til dawn I said, til dawn I said.
I will wear the golden crown upon my head.
Some days I think I feel his tiny fists beneath the ground;
I tell myself I’ll look for him once spring has come around.
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