Renaissance - Richard IX lyrics

Deep in the past there lived a man whose story must be told Of royal descent but not of the royal line, oh oh No history book relates this night of indiscretion Into the world he's brought, never to be presented at court In his mind a king though his mother wasn't wearing a ring She keeps on saying: "What they gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth? You know he's my son, and the thought of it cuts like a knife To think he'll ever sit upon the throne A prince without a home What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth The least that we could do is to provide for his life No job could have a stranger pedigree He means so much to me!" As Richard grew, he won the hearts of all the people His father reigned, and while the servants poured, wo-oh The lady waits and watches with anticipation Ways of the world he's taught The eyes of the queen he has caught Midnight matinees soon become the order of play She keeps on saying: "What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth? You know he's my son and the daughter, the queen, is his wife Becomes the answer to my fantasy He means the world to me" "What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth? It seems a night of love, in the end turned out right One day I know he'll sit upon the throne A prince no more alone" This cla**ic tale of woe Should tell you all you want to know A page from our history It's meant so much to me, to me "What they gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth? You know he's my son, and the thought of it cuts like a knife To think he'll ever sit upon the throne A prince without a home What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth The least that we could do is to provide for his life No job could have a stranger pedigree He means so much to me!" "What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth? You know he's my son and the daughter, the queen, is his wife Becomes the answer to my fantasy He means the world to me" "What we gonna do with Richard, Richard The Ninth? It seems a night of love, in the end turned out right..."