From rough sown seed in bamboo grove
A love was born and still it grows
On London streets and Royal Mile
He held her hand in mirrored smile
In granite cliffs of gray and gold
They whispered secrets, truths untold
They conquered castles, land and loch
Heath and highland, mountain rock
With fire and passion, breath and song
So their love grew rich and strong
Until at last he crossed the skies
To bear the ring and hear her sighs
And spoke the words she'd longed to hear
From that first night he'd held her near:
"Let the Tyne run dry and the Sun grow cold
Before the tale of our love is told
Lets be together all this life
And share our love as man and wife."
Now before us the two do stand
So let us join them hand in hand
Let the veil be lifted, lets kneel them down
Then on their heads we'll lay their crowns
And bless this union here between
King Richard and his lovely Queen
