The Fourth King

A frozen path of a lonesome rider

leading my way home.

Northern winds are whispering greetings

from my beloved one.

I’ve been gone a long time

but you were always on my mind.

I hope I’ll find you underneath my mistletoe tonight.

City lights, like gazing eyes they

watch me wandering by.

Happy homes all dressed in white pre-

paring Christmas night.

I’ve been chasing stars

but you were always on my mind.

I hope I’ll find you underneath my mistletoe tonight.