Verse 1.
And [C#m]who are [G#m]you, the [C#m]proud Lord [B]said,
that [C#m]I must [G#m]bow so [B]low?
[E]Only a [B]cat of a [E]different [B]coat,
that's [F#m]all the [G#m]truth I [C#m]know.
Verse 2.
In a [C#m]coat of [G#m]gold or a [C#m]coat of [B]red,
a [C#m]lion [G#m]still has [B]claws,
And [E]mine are [B]long and [E]sharp, my [B]lord,
as [F#m]long and [G#m]sharp as [C#m]yours.
Chorus:
And [C#m]so he spoke, and [G#m]so he spoke,
that [C#m]Lord of Cas [G#m]tamere,
But [A]now the rains weep [F#m]o'er his hall,
with [A]no one [G#m]there to [C#m]hear.
Yes [A]now the rains weep [F#m]o'er his hall,
and [A]not a [G#]soul to [C#m]hear