Gold of the Old King's Road

They heard it from a sparrow

A rumor the new moon told

The gold of an ancient empire

Is buried by the Old King's Road

The news hit the village

Like a cloudburst on a hill

The weavers left their spinning

Farmers abandoned their till

Sally bring me water

Sally bring me wine

Dust in my throat

Five years they've tried to find it

Till they dug up every mile

The fields lay fallow

Nothing is left alive

Sally let me rest

Sally I'm so tired

Sally say a prayer

The King's cup of flowers

Turns gold in the moon

Sweet Marigold blossoms

With a deadly bloom

They heard it from a sparrow

A rumor the new moon told

The gold of an ancient empire

Is buried by the Old King's Road