Mistaken for a great Lord in vain,
When his heart's been dying in pain.
My darling, my dear, what you really hear--
Is the sound of a great man's fall
Drowned in the sorrows of his rain.
Mistaken for a great Queen in ignorance,
When she's been ill, for ten years since.
My prince, my son, my naive little one--
That's the darknes rolling in after
An evil burden awakening your sense.
Mistaken for a peasant with misty eyes;
Really, she was a sinner in disguise.
My brother, my sister, my baby, you see?
It was a trick they all played,
It was a truth we thought were all lies.
