This is your haven, your niche in my heart
Made of everything precious, gold and amber
The sky growls with heavy rain
As I try to face this penetrating pain
The whispers in this silence that I hear
They grow into shouts, so hard to bear
Soon clouds clear
The sun shines
As the day makes merry
With a touch divine
For it is your return
To the place that's your own
No more a vagabond
But the king who fought and won
And with every passing memory that you gather
This castle is your home... this niche, this haven
Made of everything precious and rare,
Yes, of gold, diamonds and amber.
