Belle of the Ball
from: Flat Earth Diary
Belle of the Ball Words & Music by Krista Detor, Music by David Weber
Listen now – there comes the call
It seems I was the Belle of the Ball
I left a shoe behind me, and somebody came to find me
Now I carry on behind a wall
And here they march, armor on
A battle cry is rising with the dawn
Another war before him, at the court they all adore him,
The will of The Almighty leads him on
Kingdom’s slow in coming
But signs are all around
So who will sing, ‘God save the King’
When Kingdom’s coming, walls are tumbling down?
At the gate, does he know?
They wait for any scrap that he might throw
And is that hunger in their eyes or golden dresses they despise?
I remember I used to know
The fires, does he see?
They watch beneath the bridges, warily
And while he flaunts another ring, the mockingbirds begin to sing
I remember blue birds sang to me
Kingdom’s slow in coming
But signs are all around
So who will sing, ‘God save the King’
When Kingdom’s coming, walls are tumbling down?
Will they call for my head -
I’m not the kind of girl to cry for what is said
But I am aware of all the battles, all rows of empty saddles
All the songs of the mothers of the dead
Kingdom’s slow in coming
But signs are all around
So who will sing, ‘God save the King’
When Kingdom’s coming down?
The songs of pretty mothers
Go darkly to the sea
And who will sing, ‘God save the king’
When darkness falls on me?
Oh, I’d go back to Kansas
Before houses landed there
Kingdom Come was worlds away
And light was everywhere, everywhere
Listen now – there comes the call
It seems I was the Belle of the Ball
I left a shoe behind me, and somebody came to find me
Now I carry on behind a wall
And here they march, armor on
A battle cry is rising with the dawn
Another war before him, at the court they all adore him,
The will of The Almighty leads him on
Kingdom’s slow in coming
But signs are all around
So who will sing, ‘God save the King’
When Kingdom’s coming, walls are tumbling down?
At the gate, does he know?
They wait for any scrap that he might throw
And is that hunger in their eyes or golden dresses they despise?
I remember I used to know
The fires, does he see?
They watch beneath the bridges, warily
And while he flaunts another ring, the mockingbirds begin to sing
I remember blue birds sang to me
Kingdom’s slow in coming
But signs are all around
So who will sing, ‘God save the King’
When Kingdom’s coming, walls are tumbling down?
Will they call for my head -
I’m not the kind of girl to cry for what is said
But I am aware of all the battles, all rows of empty saddles
All the songs of the mothers of the dead
Kingdom’s slow in coming
But signs are all around
So who will sing, ‘God save the King’
When Kingdom’s coming down?
The songs of pretty mothers
Go darkly to the sea
And who will sing, ‘God save the king’
When darkness falls on me?
Oh, I’d go back to Kansas
Before houses landed there
Kingdom Come was worlds away
And light was everywhere, everywhere