The Queen and the Soldier

The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door.
He said "I am not fighting for you anymore"
And the queen knew she'd seen his face some place before,
And slowly she let him inside.

He said "I've watched your palace up here on the hill,
And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill,
But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will,
Only first I am asking you why."

Down the long, narrow hall he was led,
Into her room with her tapestries red,
And she never once took the crown from her head.
She asked him there to sit down.

He said, "I see you now and you are so very young,
But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won,
And I've got this intuition-'says it's all for your fun.
And now will you tell me why?"

Well the young queen she fixed him with an arrogant eye.
She said, "You won't understand and you may as well not try,"
But her face was a child's and he thought she would cry,
But she closed herself up like a fan.

And she said "I've swallowed a secret burning thread.
It cuts me inside and often I've bled."
And he laid his hand, then, on the top of her head
And he bowed her down to the ground.


"Tell me how hungry are you, how weak you must feel,
As you are living here alone and are never revealed,
But I won't march again on your battlefeild."
And he took her to the window to see.

And the sun it was gold though the sky it was grey,
And she wanted more than she ever could say,
But she knew how it frightened her and she turned away,
And would not look at his face again.

He said "I want to live as an honest man.
To get all I deserve and to give all I can,
And to love a young woman who I don't understand.
Your highness, your ways are very strange."

But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break,
And she stood there ashamed of way her heart ached,
And she took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait.
She would only be a moment inside.

And out in the distance her order was heard
And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
And while the queen went on strangling in the solitude she preferred,
The battle continued on.






~Suzanne Vega