In dreams, I've heard a prince did go
From where he came now sunk below
And never since has he been seen

They say that he was the last of his line
A king soon to be and will yet in time
But that was a long time ago

Since those times have all men strayed
The woven tapestry of history frayed
With no noticeable end in sight

Yet some hold out hope for that absent king
To be borne back to us in those mighty wings
That so long ago carried him away

To that city on the edge of day